Do I love you more than a day?
Days used to be faint hours to endure.
Now, through our love, I feel each hour on this spinned world about the sun.
Embodied time, I live creation.
And I love you more than a day.
Do I love you more than air?
Air used to seem just nothingness.
Through our love, now it seems no less than God's air airing your life's breath;
Too rich for space; too dear for death.
And I love you more than the air.