Transcending The Ordinary Poem by Agboyi Felix

I bear no heart hardened by hate,
but love, softened.
A thousand love waves across the blues,
through clouds,
from my heart rains down in folds
as light.
I dare not harbour hate in my chest!
Like a woman's love
to her children; love to the world.
Of hate
ruling the land, henceforth carcasses at hand.
But more functious the breast,
than hate, -love.
Woe betides I cast peril in the
virgin waters.
I dare not fatten on harm, nor dare fail
to always forgive.
The measure of my soft heart, casts across,
in vast
as a borderless desert.
My three Hs
opens wide the doves, with fresh leaves,
as signs of ample love.
The universal bodies on vigil through days
and nights
do so in long for me, a lesser.How much more I not,
do such.
My love is inexplicable with each day, each moment,
flooding in rise.
If I can look the sun in the eyes,
I can equally look all.
Take that from me, that which I give
immeasurebly.
That which is my duty to offer,
That which
transcends the ordinary, which is my profound love.
I dare not prefer between, I only owe
to give unconditionally.
If by measure, my love could be;
it is immense.
If little by little i love, and am loved not,
I mind not aswell.
And little by little if there is,
all hate will sink.
If soo widespread my love is, without exit nor closure,
then so it is,
a shelter for homestead children.
On the surf and deep within the marrows,
like fresh tassels
to pollen the plants, lay bare my love in exposition,
as dew filled flowers
that adorn the dawns in acme.
Open wide my bosom, as pastures to graze,
give a home to all.