Ocean Of Love

Your heart must be an ocean of love, Otherwise, how can it appreciate, Even the smallest of the courtesies, And return it drenched with love? You may not be aware, but yes, Your words truly communicate your feelings of love, meant or not for the one to whom they are sent. I do not know your physical texture, But I know for sure your inner mind, That softly glistens with every word, That you write to a friend of every kind. Even when you say you are kidding, So softly is the kidding done, that Before one feels the tease or poke, You say words that soothe like a balm. The French are great connoisseurs of art, Well reputed for love, food, wine and music, You seem to know a great deal of French, Is it for that we see art in all that you speak? You reach me through the words you write, To me or to others, through your poems Or comments or by your inbox messages Everything you say has a touch of love. Oh the queen of love across the Pacific, Whenever you write or you just speak You reach me in ripples and waves, With murmurs of love, in ethereal voices.