No sonnet skills, no poet\'s fame,
Just simple words to keep my flame.
No grand gift, just thoughts I share,
Of life, its joys, its burdens bear.
The gold trophies may shine and gleam,
Their glow is faint beside a dream.
Within the chest, these feelings thrive,
With love, that makes my spirit fly.
On paper\'s canvas, black on white,
It paints a world both warm and bright.
Whispered thoughts slowly take flight,
Transformed by feelings\' eternal light.
No magic craft, no fancy phrase,
Just love\'s true being in simple ways.