2 John 1:1- “He Loves HerTo the Chosen Lady and her children, whom I love in the truth…”

“Why is he frustrated?” she says… instead of asking.

She resents his love for her. No matter what he does, she cannot reciprocate his love.

Like a knight in shining armor, he parades his courage before her, but she remains silently unmoved by his gallantry. He woos her with sweet songs and words- but she lowers her gaze and remains restrained. He tries to stir her jealousy with the love of other maidens…but she remains indifferent…unmoved…

“Why is he frustrated?” she says…instead of asking.

The beat of heaven is found between his arms… yet she remains distant, deaf and cold. She wants his security…but not his passion. She wants a platonic love…while his heart is ablaze with desire. She does not reciprocate- while others lust the honey that drips from his lips. Nothing he does can arouse her love…

“Why is he frustrated?” she says… instead of asking.

“Oh Chosen Lady… Why do you resent the honey that drips from my lips?” he asks.

“Why do you abandon me to the advances of other women? Rescue me…Save me from this despair. Don’t you see that all I covet is you? Why are you so unmoved by my love? What other man has kissed you with such passion? What other man has fought for you with such abandonment? Why can’t you reciprocate my love? Oh how I yearn your embrace!”

“Why is he frustrated?” she says… instead of asking.I am yours

“Oh Lady- don’t you see that you are my Chosen One? Could it be that my shining love blinds you, for being accustomed to darkness? Close your eyes and love me. Why don’t my perfumes allure you into my arms? My heart is an empty trap…waiting to hold you captive forever… Why do I not awaken your love? Did any of your husbands ever taste like me?”

“Why is he frustrated?” she says…instead of asking.

“Woman! Here I am! Loosen your garments and ravage me with your embrace. Don’t you see that I’ve laid my life upon the altar for you? Come into our bed and let me lose myself in you. Drink my wine and become inflamed by lust. Let me lose myself in your scent…let the hands of this scholar caress your soft skin. Don’t you see that my love for you burns? Rescue me from the women that would have me, for I desire nothing more than to be loved by you. I desire nothing more than to be your man.”

“But why is he frustrated?” she says instead of asking.