This is love -Poem

Love is an emotion, which never could be deciphered,

Neither intellectually, nor chemically,

And that is why it is said of love - as blind!

It is illogical, irrational, unfathomable.

Oh! Absalom, my son, my son Absalom!

If only I had died instead of you.

Words of a king, about his son, a rebel, 

After he was killed, this is love.

Even if He doesn't, we want to make it clear.

These were the words of three young men

Ripe in their youth, about to be thrown into the furnace,

Because they loved their God, this is love.

A man betrothed to a girl, knows she is pregnant.

Continues to love her unendingly, confused though.

Knows this child is God incarnate Himself, accepts her.

He knew her not until the Son is born, this is love.

Father forgive them, they know not what they do.

Words of the Redeemer, interceding for His assassins.

The jeerers, the torturers, but continues to love them.

It is for them He is dying, this is love.

While I was utterly helpless, Christ died,

While I was still His enemy, He became my friend,

While I still rebelled and continued to rebel,

He continued His way of love, this is love.

And how do I? How is my love?

Yet conditional, rational, logical,

If all goes well with me, through you, how pathetic, how shameful?

And I reprehensibly tell the world, this is that God's love.