How do you know?
You feel it
A hundred times
Each and every day
He makes you laugh
He makes you cry
He touches you in ways
No one ever has or will.
He makes you think
He makes your heart sigh
He is what you miss
He is what you desire
He is what you yearn to hold
He becomes so much more
Than all the others before
How do you know?
He shows it
In a hundred small ways
Every day
He loves you
Twigs and spiders in your hair
Working in the yard
He laughs
Brushing free
Tussled locks
He loves you
Fresh from the shower
Face scrubbed clean
His kisses say
You’re beautiful
He loves you
When you’re sleeping
Drooling on the pillow
He smiles
Tucks covers
Snug and tight
He loves you
Even in anger
He’ll bluster and blow
Still never lose sight
You’re his chosen
How do you know?
You just know
From deep inside
You know
This is the one
You are meant
To be with
At least
For now
There is no shame
Living for the moment
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May 12, 2009 at 4:58 am
oracleofthepearl
You’re kind of cute when you drool on the pillow.
Great poem.
May 12, 2009 at 5:16 am
Charles
strange… at the beginning i thought you were talking about an adult, then through the middle i thought no she is talking about a child and then at the end i feel like you’re talking about an adult. or are we talking about the child within? i know i’m the oldest 8 year old living. trust me. lol i love children because i have none of my own, and for some reason children flock to me despite i probably look like my avatar and would normally scare the wits out of their parents and yet…. children see the truth of things. they see into your heart. i think. i hope. for their sakes. if i had to make a change in my past, a regret. it would be that i wish i had become an elementary school teacher, because being around children i get to relive my childhood through them. thus i find your poem bittersweet, in that aspect.
Youth
Brown skin boy –
Almond eyes flecked with maple and mocha
how your olive skin soaks up the sun.
Our days were as endless as our skies were blue
was there a little brown skin boy of
- Bronzed venue.
May 12, 2009 at 5:30 am
bindo
6th stanza, fifth line…typo? no need to post this….Nice piece though..
May 12, 2009 at 8:18 am
Utopian Fragments
i am so glad you put those last lines in there – ‘at least for now’
May 16, 2009 at 4:50 am
girlswithoutshoes
Very, very sweet and touching, to be loved that way.