She looked into my eyes, deep.
And into my heart, made a giant leap.
If in love you lose yourself,
This was it.
If in love you see worlds other,
This was it.
If in love is the joy of death,
This was it.
With her eye, she enquired:
“How much have you endeared?”
Testified I,
“As much
As the stars in the sky,
As the mountains high,
As the foam in the seas,
As on trees are the leaves,
As deep as her own eyes,
As vast as her own heart.”
Love is a sum total
Of this world and hereafter.
How then could I love explain
In words worldly, silly, plain?
Hey, my love,
Only a thing which ends has numbers.
Love, but, burns ever without embers.
Love began before we were ‘being’
It extends even after we will ‘un-being’
I will have no answer on this earth,
Nor when I wait for my destiny beneath.
Love is hard to weigh or count,
For every scale known it is unbound.
It is a crime to measure,
Make not to me this gesture.
Love, like soul,
Is a matter of HIS Domain.
We only feel its signs
Which include pain.
Therefore ask me not this again,
‘Cause love does not count as grain.
Force me not to commit this sin,
Not if you are of my love’s kin.
Nov 27 2010. Edit March 2024