I’m full of love! It is inside me!
It’s huge like the Pacific Ocean:
Complete, horizonless and deep.
My love is kinglike as an ocean.

It can be never swum across,
Won over or comprehended.
You can be pleasingly present in it
Or easily got killed or disappeared.

And maybe love is like the Andes:
Spanless, unbroken, unfathomed.  
If you are nearby the Andes,
They’ll overwhelm you by its greatness.

My love will doubtlessly give
A shelter to a wounded heart.
It won’t reproach, play foul, betray.
It makes no odds who you just are.

It’s difficult to carry love,
Without dropping and destroying.
I try to save it anyway
From mean abuse and full dishonoring.