When his edges are rough
but the eyes speak of a softness
that only the pureness of love can create,
You know.

When you hear his voice
and close your eyes so you can
sit in the garden of his words,
You know.

When the space between you
creates the sparks
that light the night sky,
You know.

When the strings of your heart
play that rousing tune
as he enters a room,
You know.

When minutes become moments
and laughter
becomes language,
You know.

When rainy days
feel like warm, soft blankets
wrapped in his arms,
You know.

When you’ve buried your seed
and he brings fertile soil
to help it blossom and grow,
You know.

When he leans in close
and his lips touch yours
making you feel like you’re home,
You know.


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