My Love

Oh my love is like endless blue sky line, Hanging above in beauty. Or like striking sun rays, Upon a beautiful city. I hold her like a blossoming rose, I pluck her with pity. When the world is lost in the darkness, I hold her like a candle in my hands. And in the thick quiet darkness, I trace away through strange lands. Oh my love is like morning dew, Upon leaves of grass. Or like any fragile thing, You hold like a glass. We shall go our way, Through that never- ending pass. Many more will tag along, But none shall pass. Oh my love is like the flow of the Nile, Sweeping over beautiful a African soil. She and I like the Nile, Day and night we go miles. Long the distance we tread, Far the home we shall arrive.