For Me

He is the reason why everything exists,

but He risked the loss of that status and

came, for me.

Nothing appealing could have been

an attraction for Him here, but He

came, for me.

He could have garnered the command

of all by His appearance but He hid it

 and became like me, just for me.

Though He had all the authority to alter

anything to His taste, but He gave it

all up, for me.

His breath alone could put everything

out of balance but He submitted to shame ,

for me.

They even made a sport of Him as if

 He was nobody, but he allowed it

just , for me.

He could have existed happily without

 me but for love, He came,  for me.

Even when I was lost in my wanton

and riotous propensity, clad in sheer

 religious ritual in disguise for a quest

 for God, He broke the veil and reached

out, for me.   

His body could have been a wonder

 to behold. The texture of His skin would

 have made anyone to turn and look again,

 but He let it broken, for me.

Having given up all, for me, He deserves my all.

What about you?