How can we measure love? Is it long or short, or light or heavy?
It has been too long in the coming . . . too short no matter how long it stays, Heavy when it is not sincere, uplifting when it is unconditional. Untrue love has limits and boundaries and insecurities. But TRUE LOVE? Ah, true love can never be measured, for it is all things, at all the right times and all places.