Of what importance is it
To me whether the reality of depth
In infinite or infinitesimal,
If I am still inundated by your smile,
If I still drown in your eyes?
I bathe hourly in your sweetness,
Dive daily into the bottomless pools of your eyes,
And am eternally transported, floating
On oceans of you.
For this is reality
That I drink of you, float in you,
Drown in you.
This is infinity
That you flood me, lift me, inundate me,
Carry me away.
This is Love.
Love is a wave.