Know - Poem by Jon Butter
Do you know how happy you’ve made me?
Like sunlight on the first morning after two weeks of rain.
My heart doesn’t know want when I’m near you,
Except for you.
I wonder sometimes, like silly men do,
About what I’m made for.
There is an assumption among our gender
That we’re supposed to rise—to our birth, to our potential.
Then, I walk into the room where you sit, unaware;
And I look at your face smiling at someone else’s joke.
You don’t know how much love is in you.
You can’t. You haven’t felt it; but I have.
I have woken on a winter morning and been warmed by you.
I have fallen asleep desperate and comforted by you.
I have lost my best evenings bent deep in you.
And every moment is a diamond, every anticipation the perfect setting.
I only need forever with you to be happy.
Because on a moonlit night, there are no words;
But there is your hand holding mine.
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