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" I love you so much, Mommy,"
The child caught her mother's eye,
see how much i love you,
she held her arms out wide"

"Oh, sweetheart," said the mother,
i love you so much, too
Why, i cant even measure
all the love i have for you"

"Mommy, how do you measure love?
asked the child, wondering how
hmm...her mother stopped to ponder
a furrow formed upon her brow.

"Love cant be marked by rulers
or weighed upon a scale
it cant be measured in a cup
or with a spoon or pail."

"It cant be counted out like coins
nor put away for rainy days
the more, it seems, some people have
the more they give away"

"Love is valued differently,
and its very hard to measure
to some poor souls, its worthless,
while to others its a treasure"

"There are many kinds of love
though they're basically the same
all love starts within the heart
where its nourished and sustained"

"Love can make a life worthwhile,
though, its depth and breadth cannot be checked,
but when love's around, folks have found
the full extent of its effect."

"The twinkle in a person's eye,
the smile on a loved one's face
both are signs of love-at-work,
though no measurement has taken place"

"The attentive child sat and thought,
as she listened to those words
but she really didn't understand
everything she heard.

"So again she said "i love you"
with her baby arms outstretched,
'That's all the love i got" she said
somewhat troubled and perplexed.

'Oh honey, that's the way you do it,
that's how you really measure love,
then her mother opened wide her arms
and gave her unmeasured hugs."


basically love has no measurement or parameters, it is just its own reward.