It has been written about for as long as there has been written language. For centuries we have tried to define it, measure it and quantify it Shakespeare wrote about it and it is the subject of countless movies, books, songs and plays.
Someone once asked me to define the depths of my love. My answer was simply it is deep enough. And when you think about it, the depth of love simply cannot be defined as we have nothing to measure it. We can compare the depth of love, ei. deep as the ocean. Trying to define the depth of love is like trying to define the depth of the human soul. There simply is nothing in this world capable of it’s measure. It is like trying to define the scent of a rose or the depth of a lover’s sigh, the depth of the moon’s glow, andit cannot be defined by a writer such as I. It simply is. And even in my description, it is still not defined, only held in comparison. It simply is. And it is deep enough.
And why is this? Why can we not measure the depth of someone’s love? Another very good friend of mine very simply said that to define something is to put limitations on it, and the depths of love has no limits. It is unquantifiable, immeasurable. It is only as deep as the givers soul, only as deep as the receiver can accept.