You can’t read its quantity
Neither can you see its bounty
Even while you listen to my heart beat
You can’t know or measure it,
Grams to Kilos
Liquid or A Solid
Dark or light
Whether Billions of Dollars
Spoonful or A truck.

To love is to Love
Little or much
Small or big
Blind or sick
It Comes from a thought
Develops to feelings
Sweetness befalls in fullness
And all becomes colourful.