Jesus talking to Mary & her father~

Jesus stopped at Mary’s home and was first greeted by her father. The father immediately recognize Jesus from one of the pictures that Mary had drew of him.
 
"Come in, Jesus.  You are most welcome in our home.  In fact, our home is your home, as long as you need it.  I think that Mary is almost back to her old self.  Let me call her."
 
"Sir," Jesus responded.  "You are most kind and very generous.  And I want to thank for for your most kind heart.  My father is very happy that you led Mary to this town, and my Yeshiva."
 
"And you are most welcome, Jesus. Ah, to see the world changing before my very eyes. To see my Mary getting an education by the finest rabbis: it’s always been one of my dreams!  Let me go get the jewel of my heart."
 
Mary’s eyes were glittering jewels, as she beheld Jesus! 
 
She said to her father,  "So, dad, did Jesus impress you?"
 
"Ah, yes. I can see that he is a rarity.  You surely are bless, Mary, to know Jesus."
 
"Indeed, dad. As you know: he’s my paradise."
 
Jesus couldn’t help but blush at the exchanges.
 
Mary led Jesus out to their fine garden in back.
 
"So, Jesus.  I miss you."
 
"Yes, Mary. I miss you too."
 
"I have been doing much thinking, these past couple of days.  How my world has been revolutionize, these past seven years since started and the Yeshiva and came to known you. Ah, do you believe in love at first sight, Jesus?"
 
"Hmn. Yes, I do, Mary. But, let me compare love to a flower.  When we first see the beauty of a flower that is just coming to life, we marvel at such an enchanting sight. Over time, as we care for it, caress it, nurture it: we see the flower in all its adorning beauty: and our enchantment runs into intoxication, for some of us." He smiled, cause he knew how Mary could be completely captured by all the exotic aromas that filled her garden. Jesus continued. "But unlike the flower, man’s initial love can fully blossom within the soul: filling it with aromas that are beyond even the wildest imaginations of man."
 
"Ah, Jesus. I could sit and your feet and listen to you all day.  Well, in the future I will have that to look forward to, right: just sitting at your feet, listening to you preach: the Good News?"
 
"Yes. But that’s way down the road.  Mary, I know your heart.  I know your thoughts of me.  And Mary, many people don’t stop to think of how even the father needs us.  He needs us to comfort, protect, love, cherish, to assist in healing: his children.  He needs us to be his eyes, his ears, his divine spirit to others; just like I need you, Mary, in my life.  It isn’t in a way that a man needs a wife.  But you are my most cherish friend.  I share a kinship with you, Mary: because we both loved the beauty of my father; the beauty of languages; the beauty of my father’s romantic imagination, as only he could create such a multi-facet world full of love; the tenderness of our natures; and the passion to reconcile others to my father. So, Mary, know that it would cause me much pain, if I couldn’t behold the beauty of you in my life.  And Mary: to serve, to love, to adore my father: is to be serving. loving, and adoring me, too!"
 
Jesus smiled and melted Mary’s soul.
 
Ah, she didn’t know if she would ever get used to having Jesus read her heart.  But it would always belong to him, no matter what: she promise herself!