Love doesn’t count if it’s counted

It can’t be measured

It is and has always been infinite

A heart calls for it

Like a baby crying for it’s mother after leaving the womb

We give up on love to easily

And forget it’s power too soon

It’s not tangible like money

Or gems

It comes outside

After it’s cultivated within

We move as though it’s optional

Although it can happen on a whim

It flows like water

When it touches the core of men

Love always, Esha <3