Who Can Measure Love?
By Devon Riggan

They taught her love hurts;
love is pain,
robbing her of innocence
With their masquerade, their game.
But who can measure love...
Its depth, its width, its height?
She searched the whole world over
Hoping there was more to life.

At last she found herself at the river's edge
staring at her own reflection,
It was then she felt her heart swell
with self love and affection.
She let the wind wipe clean her memory...
the current wash away her affliction.
Again she thought,
Who can measure love,
its depth, its width, its height?
She searched the whole world over
never dreaming it'd be herself she'd find,
Now knowing there is more to life.

For her love knows no conditions,
It is precious, priceless, and cannot
be measured.
Cannot be captured or bound.
When she looked within herself,
True unconditional love was found.
For who can measure love,
its depth, its width, its height.
She searched the whole world over
and found there is more to life than strife.

good job, so true

Very good Devon....well written & explanatory.

very nive,really enjoyed