"How much do you love me

On a scale of 1 to 10?"

you ask.

How can I measure my feelings

In a calibration so calculated

And cold?

A scale would give you a number

But words would tell you what I mean

What does it even mean to say I love you?

That you’ll send me presents on my birthday

Whisper sweet words when nothing feels okay?

Travel to the moon and back

Promise me the stars?

Buy me a boat, horse, fast cars

Or would this transaction surpass monetary action?

I’d love you even if we lived on nothing but potatoes.

Will you squeeze me so tight

To make up after a big fight?

Know all of my little habits and quirks

Staying with me despite them

And making long distances work?

If that is so

Then I’d say that is the scale

I love you this much, I say

Holding out my arms, widespread

It doesn’t seem much to you, but it is my whole being and body

A scale would give you a number

But words would tell you what I mean

Now tell me, On a scale of 1 to 10

How much do you love me?