when it cannot be
measured
it is not real,
no data, no reality,
no weight, no matter,
no distance, no work,
so you are here
wanting to measure
my love for you
i am asking you
have you measured its weight?
its depth?
you and i shall die,
without even knowing it.
it is enough that i
live with you all the
rest of my life
distance, time, weight,
and even color and taste,
become immeasurable.
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