There is something between man and woman that the five senses cannot find.
Listen and there is silence.
Smell and taste… nothing.
Eyes have never seen it.
Where is its height and width and depth and weight?
Words say it is something yet it cannot be measured.
It is given and not earned, received but not taken.
It happens to us and for us and with us, yet it cannot be found.
That which cannot be found cannot be lost.
Without measure it is beyond measure.