I wouldn’t know how to describe the love of Christ and give it poetic justice at the same time, so I will simply quote someone who already did. In Tozer’s words:
The love of Christ both wounds and heals, it fascinates and frightens, it kills and makes alive, it draws and repulses. There can be nothing more terrible or wonderful than to be stricken with love for Christ so deeply that the whole being goes out in a pained adoration of His person, an adoration that disturbs and disconcerts while it purges and satisfies and relaxes the deep inner heart.
The paradox is intense. It is heart-breaking. It is captivating. It is breath-taking. It is true.
When He sees me, may He see someone standing “in a pained adoration” of Him. When I see Him, my heart leaps at the thought of seeing Him smile.