A SINNER OF PIOUS THOUGHTS

I do not write poems,

I do not have that poetic sagacity as you,

I do not have a flight of imagination as yours,

I honestly scribble the things going on in my mind.

My words and I never part,

They do not deceive me,

I do not deceive them.

I do not have many definitions of love,

When I say I love fish,

I do not mean I want to eat them,

Rather, I mean I want to see them,

Float free in the aquatic world.

When I say I love you,

I do not mean I desire you,

Or I want you in my arms,

Rather, I mean I respect you from my core,

I worship your person,

I nurture you in me.

If in spite of this truth you think,

 I am wrong,

When I say " I love you"

You can call me a sinner,

  I am proud to be,

A sinner of pious thoughts for you.