Love: Measured

One could ask how much I care, how much I love
But it cannot be measured
Not in inches, not in miles
It just is.

And I want to say that loving is all I know or what I do best
But the falsity in this statement is silencing
Coming over me in waves, I am shown the errors in my ways
Yet I’ll keep going

Being carried ever forward by these feet that walk toward you
Strengthening my gait when I am almost overcome by weakness
I know I’ll catch up again

You’ll wait for me in my distractions and some day we’ll laugh about them
Because these situations really are laughable

And I’ll probably never understand why I sometimes take my eyes off of you
Every time I feel myself sinking in the waves like Peter
Yet you always catch me
I haven’t drowned yet

So maybe make your voice a little louder for a while
Because your delicate whisper is almost being drowned out
Not for lack of listening, I declare
But do I even know it?

I say I’m aware of your forever presence
Only, in acknowledgement, they’d say I am lying
And maybe I am, subconsciously
Because the best thing in life would be to be engulfed in your overwhelming presence as time stops and fades in the background

Be in my foreground
In front of my eyes
The ringing in my ears
A voice singing to me

You sing about me
You write about me
You write songs about me
You tell them the truth about our love as you see it
And you always see it right

So measuring my love is merely a waste of time
As it will always be dwarfed by who you are
But I’ll keep saying it “I love, I love, I love you.”

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