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.