With crystal clarity, doubtless certainty, absolutely present frame of mind, I know to what breadth and depth and measure that my love for My Love truly is . . .
it is depth beyond greatest depth, breadth surpassing greatest breadth,
its measure is beyond any measure of finite Earth or mortal realm . . .
my love for My Love, it is unbounded, immeasurable, limitless . . .
- t.h.
(To the Readers: I wrote this philosophic-poetic piece a few weeks ago, the week before our anniversary, and never posted it. Sometimes I get creative like this. I lost another longer piece which I was more pleased with. I wrote it on a white-board which got erased before I could post it . . . my fault for procrastinating.)
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