Dinosaur Love

the dinosaur's eyes big as my ears we look into each other and wonder how our love for each other can be is it the same size? one so big and one so small teary eyed, is he like me - bogged down by love too? how heavy can love grow to be? does it haunch the back? take up gramme, pound and ounce break the weighing machine? the dinosaur squeals and the depth of its love reverberates through the lakes, valleys, hills and the clouds grammes, pounds or ounces they are for the daily groceries love is for grander things like baby dinosaurs running back to its folds, a baby monkey reclining on mother's bossom it can only be measured in depth calibrated with your care and concern for everything that i do and balanced by the weight of a pair of starcrossed hearts