Romanced

I thought I should post this in honor of International Women's Day!



I am so whipped.
In love. Unadulterated love.
Consumed. Burning with desire kind of love.
I am so Hooked that even a chainsaw could not disconnect.

Connected.

I am His, He is mine.
The Jack to my Rose. Romeo to this Juliet.
He is so Strong. He is not the soldier, but the whole Fortress.
Fort Knox. Me off my feet. My Protector. From all harm.
No need for mace. No alarms. Or Guns. He is real shooter.
He is my safety net. And If looks could kill, I would die a thousand deaths.


So fine.

How Handsomely beautiful is the One who has my heart.
Just one glance and my body is lit. A heavenly light fills me from head to toe.
I cannot look at Him. But I try and try and try.
He makes me weak in the knees. I can hardly speak.


So I Listen.

To my love’s still small voice. So calm, but so strong.
It sends chills down my back. How does he do it?
Like a sergeant. He is in command, but not demanding.
My attention. He asks for it. Wants it. Wants me. He, wants me.

Nobly. Royalty.

Crowned with Grace. A throne of Mercy, and cloaked in Forgiveness.
Oh how I love his Character! Not 2D. Not 3D or even 4. He is all dimensional.
Spontaneous but never changing.
Always loving. Patiently enduring. Willing, to pass his cloak to me.
If I am cold, unloving, he showers me with compassion.
A spirit like a lion and the heart of a lamb. He is mine.

My lover.

“I wanna yearn for you, I wanna burn with passion”
In His presence, my Butterflies are Eagles.
He empowers me to soar. To go places that I never thought I could.
Climb mountains I have never climbed. Cross seas that I have never seen.
Makes me feel like a woman. Miscommunications gone. Metamessages decoded.
He knows my innermost thoughts and secrets. Every pain. Every burden.
It is all on his shoulders. And it feels good. To not have to bear it alone.

I am in-Dependence.

On you, my Adonai, my Shepherd, my Jehovah Jireh.
When you call, I will answer. When you enter, I will be the Mary.
Who sits at your feet. With “undivided devotion”. Worship.
You are my inspiration. My motivation. My dedication.
That is worthy and deserving of me. All of me.
Oh Reedemer. Hosea and Boaz do not compare. No man.
Will ever find me, without finding you.
My first. And Last. Love.


Written By: Ariel Anib –February 26, 2012


**Inspired by: Revelation 2, 1 Corinthians 7 & 13, Book of Isaiah, Psalms & Song of Solomon, Shane & Shane, Captivating by John & Stasi Eldredge, and more...