I was asking You how deep is Your love for me and for us. Deep as hell you said only you really meant it. Immeasurably and abysmally deep as a bottomless abyss which is what hell is by the way, unquantifyably deep But we were talking about love not hell. Your love is the farthest thing from hell. Your love is heaven, but was still willing to go through an eternity of hell for me. I can never get to the end of Your love for me any more than I can get to the end of eternity, never get to the bottom of it and don't want to either. You suffered an eternal hell for me and somehow lived to tell about it.