My Love...

My love is not as deep as the ocean,

Neither as far as the sky;

My love,
You might not get it's notion
So, shouldn't be questioned why...

My love for you is as real as my dreams
Without you too long unfulfilled;
There are no valleys with running streams
No mountains, nothing hilled...

My love is as narrow as valves of my heart,
It may not be blood's worth;
Yet when I cut my flesh apart
Flows the beauty of a baby's birth...

I love to draw a little house
Surrounded by flowers of nature;
Pictured in heaven for you to arouse
And to let in the light of future...

I'm not Shakespeare, Dante or Shelley
To offer you extravaganza;
Yet my love for you is in my poetry -
In every word, line and stanza...