If your love wasn't so unimaginable
it might just have been imagined.
But it is so sure unfathomable,
For all measuring sticks are deep, under fathoms.
To behold this love;
so bare, so bold,
so counter-weight, so rough
is to understand
when my heart, my hand,
feels things I'd never think to touch.
Can I bathe in an ocean full-up of dreams?
Could I climb out the windows of movie scenes?
But this idea of love, more than e'er could be seen
is so great, so much greater; it must be outside of me.