She was about to run away when her eyes met his, sending an electrifying halt in the atmosphere. He seems to be the Host on the table. She quickly turned away to leave the room. However, before she could get to the door of the building, he caught her. She felt a warm, gentle grip on her arm. She turned around to see who it was, and there he took her into his arms and said, “excuse me, I believe the empty chair at the table is yours.”
She was lost for words, which is surprisingly not like her, as she is generally very conversational and seems to have an answer for everything, except this time she couldn’t. Unable to take her eyes off his. She was shaking in his arms, her heart melting on the inside, and overtaken by indescribable silence.
While still suspended in awe, trapped, and paralysed to her feet, she quickly replied, “sorry, the seat is not mine,” trying to control her cracking voice. “Yes, it is yours, and I made it ready and waiting for you,” he replied. “No, I think I am in the wrong place. I don’t belong here. Who are you and why did you run after me?” She asked.
However, he took her by the hand and led her back into the dining hall, to an unoccupied chair at the table with her name engraved. Planting a kiss on her forehead, he whispered in her ears “I am the One who prepared a place at the table for you.”
When birthdays are not enough to describe my overwhelming heart, I simply stare into your face and get lost in Your love for me. Just as I’m doing in this photo.
A Lady for my King 