I remember asking someone
How did she know when she met “the one”
With no drawn out stories relative to none
She replied, “I knew it before it was done”
I contemplated
Raised my head, yet hesitated
For the look on her face was validated
Love had her elated
Love comes from the love of the Father
If that’s misunderstood, why bother?
This type of love pushes us farther
Makes us love deeper and harder
I didn’t know until I got it
I didn’t have to mimic it and wasn’t taught it
Wasn’t thrown out and I bought it
Simply said, I just got it
So I guess the saying goes
When you know, you know
Can’t wait to watch it continue to grow
And I never wanna let it go…
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