It’s How I Know
by Cocoa Rican
From the first look
To the coldest moments
It’s how I know
When I think of the great times
Or am shattered by the bad times
It’s how I know
When I’m having a party with friends
And all I think about is you
It’s how I know
From the lovers that kiss longingly
To the partners arguing in the street
It’s how I know
When the touch of someone else repels me
And the very thought of your finger tips on my skin touches my soul
It’s how I know
Your scent makes me high
The taste of you makes me drunk
Your body makes me full
It’s how I know
What makes me happiest is the thought that I am your closest confidant
That no matter what our lives place in our path, you know I’m loyal
It’s how I know
When I think of a beach, the sun shining and a cool drink
When old age creeps into my bones and my body creeks with wear
I look to my side through my mind’s eye and I see you
It’s how I know
Because we can’t have everything in life
Because we can’t choose who we love
Because we can’t make anyone love us in return
Because none of these things matter when I think about you in my heart
It’s how I know
There has to be another lifetime
This has to be the dress rehearsal
Everyone else I meet is an understudy
It's how I know
It’s how I know
It’s how I know that I love you
On Blast
What makes YOU know? What about the person you love (loved) was the defining moment to let you know that you truly love (loved) them?
Keep passin' the open windows...
7 comments:
I knew and still know when just the sight of him brings me to tears! It is a feeling of happiness and pride that is unexplainable.
Here’s the kicker… I wrote today’s poem on Saturday morning, after watching a movie called Loveletter. As the credits rolled up the screen, I felt myself tearing up and overwhelmed with emotion. No, the movie isn’t that deep, but there was something about it that tugged at my heart strings. I couldn’t shake the sense that there’s so much we don’t allow ourselves to feel, to say, to experience. We spend so much time protecting ourselves from being hurt, that we don’t get to fully accept our true emotions. I owned-up to my feelings, quickly put down my rawest emotions and before my “shields” could come up to hit delete, I saved the poem. Last night, right before going to bed I thought I’d share it with my group of friends. At first, I thought the poem would render me too exposed… it was like being naked in front of my pals… then I realized that this was the very thing that made the poem so special. It is real, raw and true. It’s okay to love. …and it’s very freeing to realize it’s easier to love when you expect NOTHING in return.
On Blast: When I realize that regardless of how phine, well-spoken, rich, endowed or charming anyone I meet is… I always WANT you.
When i look into his eyes i see our story...our history...past and present...although it's been a rocky road, i love loving him!
I plan on sharing your poem...thank you honey!!!
Marcia
Love is totally irrational;its spontaneous; sometimes inconvenient, and mosttimes its uncontrollable. But yet its the most hopeful happy harmony in all of us. Its that one true emotion that we should allow ourselves to feel.
I knew when he touched my hand to escort me to the dance floor. I knew when we would walk down the street, he walked on the outside and made sure that I was protected. I knew when he took his hat off of his head when he entered my home. I knew when 2 weeks of dating I get a call from my mother that she needs to go to the hospital. Instead of taking me back to my car, he drove me 20 miles to my mom's home, then to the emergency room and stayed for 5 hours until she was released. To this date no matter how many mountains and valleys we've overcome I still know.
When he falls asleep with his mouth slightly open...
When he calls me from across the room without saying a word...
When weather, place and time dosen't matter...
It's when I roll over in the middle of the night reaching for him and he is reaching for me and we hold each other tight, It's how I know everything will be alright.
J'Moo
well alright tammy-girl!
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