Measure My Love
There's nothing to do on a splendid afternoon that Emma and her companion decided to take a rest under the shade of the large oak tree in a grassy field where blades overpopulated the area; flowers of different kinds embellished the conquering green. The sun gave its part in giving the right degree of heat and clouds helped give shade.
They sat together, Emma making a crown from the plant life in her surroundings while humming a serene tune that gave the moment its luxurious mood. She finished her hand-made craft and offered it to her companion.
"Here, this is for you," she offered enthusiastically, bestowing Him His crown she made.
"Thank you,"
"You're welcome." She offered a heart-warming smile.
He placed His hand on her shoulder and returned her smile with the same spark of warmth. Emma felt at peace.
"How much do you love Me?" He asked all of a sudden.
Emma's smile widened. She spread her as far as she could and answered: "This much!"
He smiled. It was her turn to ask. "How much do you love me?" The lass gazed into His eyes with longing anticipation.
He stood up and faced her seriously. His gazed fixed on hers as she intently waited for his answer.
The sun shining under His form, the breeze blew by in silent motion, the grass brushed His feet—it was breath-taking. He was beautiful, an indescribable image of perfection, Emma thought. Though the picture of his beauty took her breath away, Emma couldn't help but feel despair in her heart as the familiarity of the scenario beheld her eyes. Tears fell on her lap.
He spread His arms wide.
"This is how I died for you," Jesus replied.