My love is not finite,
It is not measured by rule.
There is no rhyme or reason,
But do not take me for a fool.
My love is constant,
It does not falter.
It will lead to joyous union,
But not to aisle and altar.
My love is boundless,
It does not spring from greed.
But never make assumptions
That I may have no needs.
July 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yea, pure love is so as you penned nicely! remarkable! 10+