To Know Her is to Love Her -- A Poem

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

To know her is to believe that when she says forever, she means it

 

To know her is to know, with every fiber of your being, that even at her worst

 she is love. 

 

To know her

 is to love

 Her.