My boundary of my love for her is not defined by nationalities, countries, backgrounds, cultures, language, or even lifestyles. The only boundary of my love is love itself. That is, until she says she doesn't love me at all. :)

Manners would make a man
Apologies, to things can mend
Thank for what gets grant
Plead for what you want

Actions define your class,
Only from the heart it should be,
Instincts that reflects thee,
Hypocrites will finish last.

Do unto others,
What you would others do unto you,
But seek revenge,
And it only begets,
Another avenge.