Life is changing for us now,
But never how I feel for you.
I can love a man and still
Not love you any less.

Love is not like bread or gold:
Just so much and then no more;
One gets this and one gets that,
And then there's nothing left.

Love is much more like the sun,
Which shines on one or more the same.
The light it gives to someone else
Takes none from you away.

I love you with a love just like
The light of which God made all things,
Made earth and heaven, tears and stars,
Of which my bones are made.