​In this two person bed, 

We have come to see, 

As ours – 

I make poor attempts, 

To qualify and quantify, 

Love. 

Finding faults –

In my attempts 

To measure,

To analyse, 

The space and time, 

Between you and I. 

Love is not;

A science, 

A theory, 

Or equation, 

You hypothesise – 

But a feeling I have, 

For you,  and 

What’s more, 

You have for me. 

Kevin Brown © 30.07.2016

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