Love cannot be quantified
Any more than you can trap sunlight in a bottle
Can you count the amount of rays with your naked eye?
Or do you feel its warmth against your skin and accept its presence?
Love cannot be quantified
And oh how presumptuous we would be to attempt to measure it!
Do you wonder how many stars are in the sky?
Or is marvelling at the constellation against the night not beauty enough?
And so love does not need to be measured, proven, or justified
It does not depend on the length of a relationship, space or age
It cannot be compared against another
For that would be like measuring a grape against a blueberry
They are both sweet, but they will never be the same
For you cannot quantify one’s love for another
It is a matter that concerns you little
For love is the business of two souls
It should only be welcomed with both arms
And if you are to witness it, then behold it with tender eyes
And let it teach you something about another’s heart
Without the instinct to project one’s own biases
And when we witness deep sorrow over love
Let us be slow to judge, quick to marvel, and seek to understand
For love cannot be quantified
It can only be let in, admired, and felt.