If love was a hill then my love for you would be a mountain

The contours of love

Are like a very large lump

The valley of loss

Is very deep indeed.

I need

To sew the seed

Of lovley love.

Like a plateau

Our love is quite flat at the top

But the sides of our love

Are steeper than a very steep gradient indeed.

If love was a fjord

Ours would be wide

Wider than the whole world

And deeper than the whole world.