I Know Nothing Of Love Poem by Pauline Levesque

except the soft crease of her cheek as she smiles,
I no nothing of the nuances and subtleties of love
except that when I hold her, I am at home and loved.
I am short tempered, cruel at times and still dancing with the demons
in my closet,
when I am with her, she challenges my core, I am always striving,
reaching, yearning to be more than I am
when I kiss her, there is bliss, passion
when I touch the curve of her face, her breasts, the heat between her legs,
there is no other place
When she laughs, when she talks, when she hurts and when she dreams,
I know she is a gift.

I know nothing of love except....
I love her.