By Star of David Date: 2011 Nov 03 Comment on this Work [[2011.11.03.23.54.1546]] |
Sometimes I believe That love is mathematics Something that can surely be Weighed, measured, quantified If you do that for me You love me that much And when I do this for you It means I love you this much But you disregard my definitions Dismiss all my decimals and divisions And turn to me with your hands held out Palms open in submission and say, it is what it is And then you add, no you command, take me as I am. |