Measured Me A Heart

Measure me a heart.

What height?

What weight?

What breadth?

What slip of turning fortune?

Measured in feet,

In fathoms,

With weights and measures

We lose the scent,

The look, the taste of love.

But if, for all the world’s tides,

Sweeping across the sands to a spring moon,

A memory of your footprint remains.

That is the measure of love.