I suspect love is porous
rich and deep.
in truths
I know it is
rich in both depth
and vibrance
not allocated not dispersed
by any fashion
detectable by maths
its length and time
well you might as well
measure a string
or ask the world
to quit turning
both are only ideas
and love
love is real
you can feel it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
depth of love is measured by the scale of mind and beats of heart through eyes