Love, what is love; it's justification?
That it eludes all grasp of common sense,
Valueless in it's quantification,
But surely felt as emotion intense.
If my feelings be measured by words alone,
Then these existing words will not suffice,
But for lack of expression I will atone,
And seek it fervently to my demise.
Worth all my courage and patience be tested,
And all my being be measured and weighted,
Myself against myself, will I be bested,
Will I struggle on and not be dissuade.
To all extent to prove my love for thee,
Wilt outlive me through all eternity.
