My love for you, dear one, is infinite.
You cannot measure it in pounds or inches.
Math equations can’t unlock its depth.
Its volume goes beyond the range of liters,
And years and centuries fall short of accuracy.
In truth, there’s just no way to estimate
How vast and how eternal what I feel.
All I can say is that when this life ends,
I’ll still be loving you with all I am.
And on into infinity, the same.
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