Love Poem by Nicola Bowes

Sometimes I do wish that I could put an amount on how much you love me because I think I would be better off with the knowledge and facts.
But then other times I think about how a measure would defeat the point of love and mar the infinite bounds of it by making it finite.
You cause me so much pain because you cause me so much happiness.
You broaden my spectrum of emotions and make me feel more on both ends of the scale- good and bad.
In bringing a finality to love, the hope of more and more and the unconditional aspect of love is destroyed.
Lost forever because I wished for a meter on your love.
I am glad you never tried to put your love for me into words because I enjoy hoping.
The disappointment of you loving me less than I thought you did would be so detrimental.
In a word- I enjoy the imagination of love and the fact that you can't ever love someone too little or too much because there are no boundaries to be surpassed or to undershoot.
No limits to be broken and no records to be impressed.
It removes a materialistic aspect of love and makes it less earthly and more magical.
More ethereal and dreamlike-almost intangible to the touch of one's fingers but tangible enough to provide a felt comfort when needed.
Love is a paradox.
It is fleeting and it is perpetual.
It can be both anger and hate and then again enjoyment and concern.
It cares.
It is an untameable force- like a wild stallion always fighting for absolute freedom.
It is inexplicable and immeasurable because that is where the true beauty of love arises from.
It can cause the rise of an empire or the down fall of a civilization.
It is you and me together.
Forever and will be.

Copyright Nicola Bowes 2012