The Simplicity of Love

“Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?”

Is how Marlowe would have phrased it,

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

Are Shakespeare’s words befitted.

But why would I,

Yours truly, Love,

Decide to question beauty.

I made a stake

Beside your heart,

To love you is my duty

But pass away as all must do,

Lovers educe their inner dove.

I never questioned, never doubted,

Our trial sweet called love.

But fancy sweet the stanzas and rhymes,

I could smother with words all day,

But over wearing fancy clothes

Will result only in a fray.

I could never match the beauty,

I could never match the love,

Of those poets who wrote long ago,

And inspire me from above.

But one thing that I think I know,

And something you should too,

Are the simple things or words in life,
The most important: “I Love You.”