The love of a mother for her child <br />is not the same as a child's love for his mother. <br />The love of a man for a woman changes <br />after they are married <br />from what it was before, <br />and her love does not correspond in all points with his. <br />Love between man and woman <br />is different from the love of boy and girl. <br /> <br />Love can be permanent as the tides, regular, unquestioned, <br />with no end and no recognisable beginning. <br />It can come suddenly, <br />violently, <br />as a thunderstorm in summer breaks <br />upon the thirsty earth, <br />short-lived <br />except in the memory. <br /> <br />But under any one of these emotions, <br />what is there for us to say? <br />Only, I love you. <br /> <br />Thoughts can be subdivided, classified, clothed with words. <br />Words fit feelings only approximately, <br />and our deepest feelings must often go unclothed. <br />So when I say I love you <br />I cannot analyse what I mean. <br />I only know that I do love you <br />and hope you understand.<br /><br />Paul Hansford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-294/
