To know her is to love her
   in the woods where the golden streets are actually green,
and the sun filters onto her sleeping face,
and the only sounds are the birds and our breathing
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To know her is to love her
   in a winter storm when my grip on the wheel and her grip on my thigh tighten,
and she promises me that we will make it home safely tonight
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To know her is to love her
   in that coffee shop downtown with the open mic,
 where we sit and read books and drink coffee that bites back
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To know her is to know her forgiveness and understanding
To know her is to have been graced with her kindness
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To know her is to know her soft touch as it caresses the bloody caverns around your heart that she holds in her hand as she promises not to rip it out of your chest
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To know her is to believe that when she says forever, she means it
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To know her is to know, with every fiber of your being, that even at her worst
 she is love.Â
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