Poem: Love

Poetry, this one came to my mind last night, while writing my daily night journal, I've never really discussed a prompt like this one, yet there it slipped in, I think this poem could've been longer, but I like it the way it is already, the last stanza is my personal favorite.
 A poem made out of thin air, residing in the depths of my heart:

Of all the things I've ever felt

All the experiences I've gone through

All the things I've seen, had, or wanted

All the people I've ever met
All the papers I've read

All the pages I've wrote
There's an endless list of possibilities
Of what could be yours, and what not

To everything and everyone and everywhere

I say with all my heart that I'm yours
I wanna tell them of how deeply I feel about the affair

I wonder if love and affection could be measured

If yes, then how

But why measure love
Why set it in limits
For something that's so vast, so extensive
Wouldn't it be unfair if boundaries were marked

And a prize was set
For love is neither cheap nor expensive
It's one's capacity of shining
One's capacity of smiling
One's capacity of hoping
One's capacity of giving
One's capacity of taking
There's an endless list of possibilities

Of one's capacity of loving 
Of how much could be yours, and how much not