I said I was in love        

I once said I was in love, but later found it to be someone else’s illusion I found myself caught up in.

Again, in another time, and from a different perspective,

I said I was in love.

This time I was sure it was my own concept of what love really was.

I felt the magnitude of the infinite emotion of love to the core of my soul.

Though my love was pure and honest,

still, for some reason my understanding of it seemed to be an incredibly tiny fraction of my feelings.

As I position myself on the edges of its spiraling crevasse,

how small I really am,

and how little I really know,

when standing face to face with eternity.