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“Knowing Love”
I awoke this morning feeling that I was loved…
Something most long for
Yet something seldom truly felt in their soul…
There were no feelings of jealousy
No dread of the thought of her leaving
No wondering when I’d hear the first sound
Of breaking glass…
Not even a single thought of my blood
Dripping onto the pillow case…
I awoke this morning feeling undeserving…
Undeserving of the love that she offered
So willingly…
So uncomplicatedly…
Filling me with the sense of foreverness…
Needing no words to assure me of her truths
Of her intensions… of her desires…
They were all there before me…
Without the need for words
Without apologies
Without the lies
Without the tears that so often found their way
Into my heart…
I felt as though I must have died in my sleep
Passing through the veil into the depths of nirvana
Yet… I could touch her…
I could feel the softness of her skin upon my fingertips…
I could hear the gentle breath of a most enlightened human being
That loved me…
Me…..
The one who had never felt the love that spoke of truths
The one who had never known love
Without doubts
Without lies
Without disappointments
Without the deepest emotional feelings
Of not being wanted
Not being desired by the one proclaiming her love…
My soul now knows that love in this lifetime
Has not evaded me…
The illusiveness of true love
Has poured itself all over my being…
It is a knowing
A knowing within the soul
That the one that it has ached for
Searched for
Prayed for
Longed for
Far beyond any other desire
Within your heart…
Has found their way into the core of your being…
Their beauty lying on the pillow next to yours…
The feel of their breath on your face…
The warmness of their touch…
The elevation of your spirit
Swelling within you when the one…
The One…..
Does nothing but stand by your side…
Does nothing but allow you to feel the look upon their face
That assures you of their undying love…
You can feel it holding their hand…
You can feel it as your lips touch theirs…
You can feel it when they’re with you or away from you…
You can feel it by the absence of emptiness in your heart…
I will never be able to express what I feel in my heart…
In my soul…
Except to strive to assure that she knows my heart…
Knowing…..
Really knowing in her own heart…
Within her own soul…
That I love her too…
Copyright © 2014 Steven Michael Sanders
May you feel the warmness in their touch….
Michael33
The Vision of Poets 
Wow! This is truly beautiful, Michael ♥
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Thank you so much. It seems that it is always easy to write the true feelings. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Love is…all of that and more, Michael. We should all strive to make our loved ones feel such devotion. I found your poem to be quite calming by the end and hope she feels your love, as well.
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Hi Audrey… I guess that when you “know” love, there is seldom doubt in either direction, and the effort usually comes so very naturally. Glad it was calming… One of those ‘happily ever after’ moments…
Have a great day Audrey and thanks for your always inspiring words.
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What a gift .. to have such love and to be a poet.
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Thank you so much SilverGirl. I do have the love… but the “poet” thing is still up for debate. Thank you for your kind words and keep those posts going…
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Is this you … Closely related to both the Author and the Artist, the Poet combines lyricism with sharp insight, finding the essence of beauty and truth not only in the great epic affairs of humanity, but also in everyday acts and objects. Great poetry extolls momentous events and great deeds, and also expresses wonder at the hidden joys and sorrows that most of us might overlook. And although you don’t have to be a published poet, you do need to be driven by the need and the ability to discover beauty in the people and things around you, and express it in a way that helps others, too, see that beauty.
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I have often searched,
But have never found,
The image that you have so generously painted of me,
Although there are others that have dwelled in that misconception
I have yet to observe such a distinguished honor
Within my own reflection…
I’m honored and humbled by your kindness SilverGirl…
And I thank you…
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It’s a hard earned gift to be able to touch souls. Your suffering wasn’t in vain and nor was mine. Let’s own it :o)
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Michael,
A Beautiful poem that speaks of such a beautiful love. I too have that type of love in my life. What a pure gift. I never thought I would ever feel this type of devotion. I will share your poem with my husband.
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I’m very honored Janet. I hope everyone that reads it does what you are doing and shares it with the one that makes them feel loved. Thank you and thank him for bringing the “knowing” of love into your life.
Have a wonderful loving Wednesday…
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Brilliantly written. You are both blessed.
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Hi Tina… Great to hear from you. You’ve been greatly missed.
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I’ve missed reading your posts as well. I’m happy that I read the sad one first and then this one after. I like to think of you all snuggled warmly in the arms of your perfect one. Hee hee I am totally not a romantic….
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Oh, she knows!
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I believe that she does. But just in case there is the slightest of doubt, I will continue to strive for excellence
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I have only known a love like that in dreams. Chalking it up to childhood fantasy and wishing stars, because no one ever had the heart to tell me it didn’t exist. Maybe, just maybe……. It does – now that I read this.
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Although perhaps very rare… it does exist. As I look around me though, I find most have not been as fortunate as I… Sometimes we look too hard or look in all the wrong places. When we stop looking is when it appears right before our eyes. Thanks for taking the time to comment Heather and I’m certainly enjoying your site. Glad I found it…
Have an insightful day…
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Such a beautiful soul you have.
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