Living Life Poetically: A Love Poem

As the title of this poem suggests, “A Love Poem” is literally a love poem. But not just to anyone. It actually came about two and a half months ago while I was trying to fall asleep.

I was feeling full of gratitude.

First, a couple of lines came to me, then a couple of stanzas, then a couple more lines–then it reached the point where I just had to get up and scribbled down as much as I could remember before going back to bed.

Past experiences have proven that if I don’t write it down right away, I’ll forget the next morning.

Just yesterday, I finally decided to revisit the poem and wrap things up.

You might be able to guess from the first stanza who this poem is dedicated to. His unconditional love can never be merited; however, it can always be appreciated.

A Love Poem

I’ve fallen in love, though we’ve never met.
Two thousand years apart, but you knew,
And you died for my debt.

There could be no other way.
We made it so.
Our sins and imperfections,
Caused darkness to grow.

Unworthy of Him, the greatest,
We can only ask for forgiveness.
To Him, who does justice best.

Therefore you, perfect and so divine, suffered and died.
For wiping our sins and imperfections required a perfect price.
In pain, the earth and heaven must have cried.
But such a price justice required, to save us from our demise.

So I’ve fallen in love, though we’ve never met.
Two thousand years apart, but you knew,
And you died for my debt.

There could be no other way.
Our sins make it so.
Your love, oft unrequited,
Is greater than we could ever know.

By E. Ballay

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