The Essence Of Love Poem by Gert Strydom

I wish I knew how deep and how sincere,
and how extremely wide love really is
as about it I cannot get my head clear
and nowhere I can find a that and this

to really explain the essence of love
nowhere I can find something to measure it;
some say it comes straight from heaven above
like raindrops falling bit by tiny bit

as if it’s the greatest thing they have found
some say it is good, it is really swell,
and about it others are not so profound
as they do kiss, have bliss but do not tell:

but there is nobody that want to tell me
and now for my self I will have to see.