O For What Do I Owe.

Oh, what do I owe for this love you have given to me?
Shall I walk the oceans?
Fly to the sun?
Or some distant world?
All this I would do for you.

Words alone, not in Heaven or on Earth,
could define my love and gratitiude for you.

Nor for your beauty.
To say your eyes are more blue that the sky, 
deeper than the oceans,
brighter that the stars at midnght, could not do you justice.

Your slender body either on the shore of the ocean,
or on a crowded street,
a sight to behold, it does not matter.

Now so far away yet closer than ever in my heart.
If I were to die this day,
I die knowing you are here with me forever,
in my heart and soul as I in yours