How do they know if they love someone more than someone else?
Is there a specific unit on which love is measured?
They say Life can be measured in Years, Months, Days, or in Nights Maybe. Sunrises, Sunsets, in Cups of Coffee, in Miles, in Happiness, or even in Sadness. But the most important measure of life should be in How Much Love you have given in your Life.
Yet, How do we measure Love anyway? How much are we giving? Is it too much or is too too little? Is it enough or do you lack?
Should Love be measured in material things? or maybe on the Time both has spent on each other? Can Love really be measured by things like these?
I asked people if they have ever loved anyone before. And asked them how much Love they have given. and How does their Love differ from all the people they Love. And came to a certain conclusion.
Love is a very deep feeling -- an immeasurable depth no one could ever measure.
How can I say I love this person more than another one else? Is there such thing as greater or lesser in love? The answer is this. Its like a matter of give and take. Love is so much lovelier if the person you love loves you back. And depending on how much cycles you have made, is the measure of how love works for you.
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Torn ~ Natalie Imbruglia
I thought I saw a man brought to life he was warm he came around like he was dignified he showed me what t was to cry. Well you couldn't be that man I adored you don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for I don't know him anymore, there's nothing where he used to lie my conversation has run dry, that's what's goin' on nothing's fine, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor illusion never changed into something real I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn you're a little late, I'm already torn
so I guess the fortune teller's right I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light but you `crawled beneath my veins and now I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much there's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn
there's nothing where he used to lie my inspiration has run dry, that's what's goin' on nothing's right, I'm torn...
