“Love is not a finite resource.”

When I meet someone new

I add them to their respective list.

An ongoing wall full of names,

and they are just tiny blots of ink.

Organized alphabetically,

columns and rows of letters.

Some of which I know,

and some I only saw once.

The new come in,

the old go out.

There are only so many spots,

many are easily replaced.

But when I met you,

the pages were filled,

my ink pot empty,

no open space.

You seemed to take this as a challenge

and carved your name on the wall.

I thought it was a glitch,

that soon the mark you left would disappear.

But it stayed,

and that day I learned a lot.

Like just how much I love you,

and how love is not a finite resource.