Props: Table/desk and chair, pen and paper. Telephone would be good but could be mimed in.
Character: Smitten man (S.M.)
Plot and Setting: S.M. is in a room with a table and chair, trying to compose a love poem to his (girlfriend, fiancee, wife – adjust as desired). When he starts the poem is quite sappy. As he works things keep interrupting him and cause him to change his mind about his poem. By the time he is through what he has is a serious poem about Godâ€™s love.
*enter, scribbling on a clipboard while mumbling*: To my dearest love. My love for you is like… is like… is like…
*walks to side, looking out real or imagined window*: Look at the view out that window. What a wonderful day. A day that makes the heart grow light. *deep breath* Ahh, fresh air with roses and love is in the air. Love! Roses! Thatâ€™s it! *scribbles* To my dearest love. My love for you is like a bed of roses. *looks up* Whew! Finally a start to my poem. My sugar plum will turn to mush when she reads this expression of my adoration!
*cocks his head, listening to something*: What is that noise? *goes to window* No! Cats! Get out of the flowers! *takes off shoe and throws it* Get out of the rose bed! Oh no. The roses are ruined! My love for you is like a pile of vegetation destroyed by cats in battle? *makes expressive motion of scratching out the poem*
*sits at table, head in hands, frustrated*: My love for you is like… My love for you is like… My love for you is like the giant California redwoods / Lasting the ages with strength displayed / Mixing grace with beauty, faithfulness with strength. / My love is…
*phone rings, S.M. exasperated*: The phone! No! Just when Iâ€™m on a role!
*answers phone*: Hello? Mom? Mother, slow down. What? Mother, wait! What did you just see on the news? Massive wildfires in northern California? The redwoods have all been destroyed? Government declares it a disaster area? Oh no! *hangs up*
S.M.: My love for you is like a pile of charred ash blowing in the wind. *vigorous scratching motion* My love for you is like the rays of the sun / Shining strong and vibrant / Casting beautiful shimmers across the sky.
*phone rings*: Who is calling now? Hello? Oh, hi sis. No, what about the sun? A strong flare coming that could damage satellites? *sigh* Okay, thanks sis. Bye. *hangs up*
S.M.: To my dearest love. My love for you is like the rays of the sun / scattering pieces of broken satellites across the universe. *vigorous scratching*
*stands and paces about*: Maybe this is why love gets such a bad reputation. *looks lost in thought then reacts to something he hears* Well thereâ€™s the sound of the church bells. Five oâ€™clock. Just one hour until I have to meet my love and still nothing to give her!
*sits at desk*: My love is like… My love is like… Man, I love that song the church bells are playing. Amazing grace. Good song. Now Godâ€™s love, thereâ€™s something that cats or fire or stars canâ€™t destroy.
*looks thoughtful, starts scribbling, jumps up*
My dearest love,
My love is like the love of Christ,
Who spread his arms upon the tree.
His love unmixed with fear of fail,
But sure and fast and free.
His body pierced, his blood shed out,
And all for love of thee, of me.
Nothing can take us from his hand,
Nothing his love remove.
And by his grace, his grace alone,
Such is my love for thee.