The Lengths I Would Go

I keep trying to find

The lengths to which I would go for you

But every time I think

"This is it"

I find myself in deeper waters of your love

Than before and I know that

I will travel greater lengths for you still

I keep trying to find

The limit of my affection for you

But every time my heart feels full

It grows and I pull you closer to me

It seems as though my heart was built

To accomodate you

Is love unconditional or is it boundless?

Is it that love continues to exist despite

Circumstance and transgression

Or is it that love knows no end and simply

Stretches to fit whatever form it is

That needs to be loved?