Real Love

Then how, my friend, can love be measured?
It is not compared by distance, quantity or volume.
It cannot be confined in the ends of the earth to the centre of the sun,
It is not something to be counted in tens of millions,
Nor can it be expressed and poured into a cup.

Love begins from but one person, as a small distant thought,
But is spreads faster than a wildfire, yet it heals, not destroys.
As it travels it leaves a trail of warmth in its wake
Strengthenng the weak and supporting the strong,
Encouraging the shy and emboldening the brave.

No, my friend, love is immeasurable,
Nothing can be comapred to the vastness of love.
For love is eternal, as it is not of this dying world,
Created by God's mighty hand to last forever,
And the greatest of love drives out fear.