Analysis of Worship is love

I can love you without words but I cannot measure the breath of you
to love you with words.
I can write epic verses and hope to inspire a collective of your over 7.5 billion people for a few seconds but I can't love you with numbers because your numbers are beyond my comprehension.
I can't love you beyond measure because I first need to measure you and you are immeasurable.
Perhaps I can worship you because I love you but what I'm worshiping I can never fully know.
Just a teardrop of your shared love completes a lifetime of mine before however I feel.
If I could pour a thousand poems at your feet it would not bathe them it would but splash your toes like the tickle of first rain they would be so unrecognisable.
My prayers are so distracted from perfection they barely focus on an ounce of your dignity, the dignity that makes me me through my own doing, that what I am doing.
If I could understand a minute of your love for me as a passing fragment of your thought I should be greatful for a billion years of evolution, stars of beings that fill dimensions and sub dimensions of a page of your imagination.
If I drank a glass full of your sea I would not be able to remorse well enough the lifetime of whale blubber and fake dolphin tuna I chewed for fun from your higher lifeforms as even a start to how much your expectations of me are compared to how little I appreciated my life.