Things that have no limit
in this world or any other:

how often I can think of you
and feel my sadness lessen

the comfort that I find in you
from eve to night to morning

how many times I turn to you
to see my best self reflected

the gratitude I feel for you
(how did I get so lucky?)

All of these are infinite --
my love for you is greater.

I've written this poem before -- or others very like it. As a poet, recognizing my own repetition is frustrating. But as someone who prays, I see the value in repetition and near-repetition, so I'm sharing this poem even though I have used the "things that have no limit" (אלו דברים שאין להם שיעור) reference / device before. 

I'm participating again this year in #blogElul, an internet-wide carnival of themed posts aimed at waking the heart and soul before the Days of Awe. (Organized by Ima Bima.) Read #blogElul posts via the Elul tag; you might also enjoy my collection of Elul poems which arose out of #blogElul a few years ago, now available in print and e-book form as See Me: Elul poems.