You are mine - poem

I am His. Song of songs:2:16

You are mine, says my mother

Filled with love; I am there written all over

Filled with surity; Filled with compassion

No greater love than this feeling of wantedness

That a mother gives; that feeling of assurance

No greater love than what Amma can give. 

You are mine, says my father

Filled with hardwork and toil; Drenched in sweat

Filled with unseen sacrifices

Rarely he expresses; but I know I'm in the center of his heart

Father's love difficult to engage. 

No greater love than what Appa has. 

You are mine, says my elder ones

Run to protect you when you are in trouble

Pick you up from danger, frail as they are

I am there for you! I will guide

I will show you the right path to walk; lest you get hurt

No greater love than Chechis and Chettans

You are mine says my beloved

In her youth; absolutely meaning it

Keeps you close to the bosom

You feel important, you feel significant

You would die for that love, isn't it? 

No greater love than what my love shares. 

You are mine, says my wife

And it is her heart all around it

My asset; my signet ring you are

The first time you get to hug each other

The world seemed to collapse

You are not two, but one. 

You are mine, I tell my children

Meaning every bit of it - like Eve dancing

My very own DNA, my attributes, good or bad

I can see my reflection in you

I am proud of you, no matter what

No greater love than a parent's to their children. 

Yet when you look to the core of these all

There are a lot of constraints and discrepancies

No amount of love is absolutely selfless, in the crux

There is self satisfaction or a peek to the future

A tinge. A tarnish if you look deep into it. 

You may die for them; you may be absolutely selfless. I agree. 

But nothing in comparison to Isa:43:1

I have called you by name. You are mine. 

Isa:49:16 I have written your name in the palms of my hands

Where blood flows from the wounds continually

To cleanse you of your sins and present you before the Father

Imputing my righteousness to you. 

I have forgiven everything you've done

Whether you have acknowledged it or not. 

Whether you feel sorry for it or not. 

You are now seated on the right side of the throne, along with me

All because I was mindful of you; while I was on the cross

I shed even the last drop of my blood, to redeem you. 

You are mine; and I cannot afford to lose you

To the dark and fiery dungeons of hell

I want you to be with me for eternity

You had a beginning; yet no end in my kingdom

I have plans to prosper you

Plans to bring you a future and hope. 

Being in my beloved's bosom, surpases all other loves

This Agape love is too good

That I can't believe it would be true

But the cross, the blood that drained out through it

The wounds, the scars are always afresh

It's always there to prove to me. 

To prove to the world around

And loudly proclaim to the gates of hell, especially

That, THIS BARD IS HIS VERY OWN.