How to measure my hope?

The colour of her hair

By the softness of her skin.

To estimate my love?

The touch of her hand upon my shoulder

Divided by the press of her lips.

The volume of my heart?

The waterfall of her western voice

Plus the fragrance of a London garden.

The sum of my dreaming?

The fall of her tears

Less my blind unheeding.

The total of all things in the world?

The one love I know how to give

By the width of the sky between us.