Love Has Many Names

What can I give or offer to express how proud I am?

Diamonds, rubies, gold, treasures from a far off land?

None seem to encompass the feelings I hold.

Yet, what I feel can not be bought or sold.

Many have tried to attain it.

Some even abused it.

Some got used to it and its passion grew old.

And still it remains.

Free from the chains.

What is it called?

My heart, my word, my love? It has many names.

And all that it is...

I give it to you.

I ask for nothing in return.

Only that you keep doing what you do.

You... are the spark that was illuminated when I was in the dark.

This trip thought to be forever, a journey in bliss together, but only

for the true-ness of life to be revealed. Life is real, not ideal.

You give me joy and this is what I try to give to you.

So,

what can I give or offer to express how proud I am?

My heart?

You are my words in action. Everything I ever dreamed to be. You show me who

I am.

My love?

Planted by God, all according to his plan. For, when I thought that there was

no love to give... You are the reminder of how wrong I am.

And this is my word from the depths of my soul,

I love you with all my heart.

Not for what you have or what you do.

Simply for the soul that you obtain and just being you.