If i could paint a picture of the
when my heart first became yours–
its edges would blur– the canvas
never sufficient expression.
If a machine existed that measured
the point of impact (when my soul
first recognized yours)
it would irrefutably prove
the magnitude of a love–
its fabric stretched across lifetimes.
If one created a measure of purity–
my heart would far exceed any other
that has ever come before
or is yet still to follow.
Taken apart these pieces of the puzzle
still understand that they express
a much greater whole that is
my love for you.