Metacomp

Comparison is necessary, yet
In some ways strange. What should it mean to say
The ocean is as wide, or blue, or wet
As I am deep in love? Though meaning may
Accrue in certain terms, and then be shared
By analog and parallel, still I
Still wonder at the process. If I dared
I'd even doubt it, and, despairing, sigh
Of how we cannot say just what we mean
Because we lack true tools. Yet I do not.
For though the branch on which those meanings lean
Is oddly bent, and I suspect 'twill rot,
Still they stand up despite my skeptic tongue
As if the branch were powerful and young.