Can't count love

One Two Three When will it stop? When will it be enough? Can’t count love. Don’t compare it to pleasure. It’s not a unit, It cannot be measured.

There’s no sum to be had.

Or to miss out on. There’s no one love that is bad. Or two love to count on.

Surrounding, all present.

Of course it is pleasant,

But it’s not just joy

Or touch, sex and dreams.

You can’t buy it.

It can’t be deployed.

You know what it means.

Even when there is no amount.

No real words to describe

What it means -

How it feels from inside.

Just pictures and poems

With fire and passion

And you require no lesson

To learn what love's to you.

I said you can’t count it,

But you can love too

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