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This poem is about owls

To

know love

is to be certain that

our locked gaze holds an intangible truth that words could never do justice.

The same way your stable palm

cupping my cheek makes the shadows

dance for more sunshine.

 

My heart finds it difficult

to make a logical appeal to my brain,

because the way you look at me is

unexplainable,

the way I feel when you squeeze my thigh is

irrational,

and the way we love is

enigmatic

 

To know with certainty

is to get lost in your eyes and be joyfully surprised that you always find me.

To love is to find felicity

in our mutual surrender to our greatest strength and weakness in each other.

To certainly know love is to discover

the simple satisfaction of your head in my lap,

my hands in your hair and our hearts elated

in a moment of peace.

 

To know

love certainly is

to feel

the sting of truth and appreciate it.

 

For without this truth

our locked gaze would not break down walls

that were built over years of pain

preceding this newfound freedom in love

Free to learn and grow without the fear of abandonment or rejection.

 

What is love if it is not everything

you despise and everything you need

compacted into one ridiculously handsome person with the power to destroy you....

but never could and never would.

For such destruction might

collapse mountains around the world.

Clouds would fall from the sky

Trees would split into two and then

Owls

couldn't perch on branches

to watch over me and you.

 

To know love is to be intelligently ignorant

To accept the inevitable torment of an equal

Yet refusing to let eachother go.

 

and

 

Certainly love

is never certain

 

But choosing to know love is

certainly, to live

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