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A MEASURE OF MATTER And if my love for you was greater would not all the trees courtesy, the animals pause to look. All the oxygen that covers the water would certainly rise, feed and sustain the breath of my emotion. Mountains would shed their peaks like tears of joy. Deserts serve up their fruits, their prickly pears peeled on a platter. Sunset would pause and sunrise hurry all at once and exist in a paradox to please the force of my reverence. Petals would climb their stems and regroup to bloom again. All the crawlers somehow cocoon into butterflies. The skies would willingly shape it, etch it, paint it, and frame it in clouds. The planet would swell, and the galaxies expand. The heavens would open for angels to look. The devils pit, without choice erupt with cooling winds, and an almighty voice would boom in festive laughter. In the endless depth of my love, I hold you dear, safely contained in my impish smile and I am yours for now, forever, more. Armand Hamouth