0006 'Love is Knowledge

When first I saw you, I saw but your face;
and felt for you, no more nor less
than others of the human race;
you were as other; that I must confess;

and yet, by some uncharted act of grace,
the grace of you stayed in my memory;
stole subtly through my eyes and ears,
my ears and eyes; stole subtly to my heart;

and what my heart knew, murmured to my mind;
and what my mind knew, murmured to my heart;
they spoke your name; and somehow, listening Love
made instance of it; and this knowledge grew;

I loved you, then; knew more of you – and love;
knew more, myself; so, loved the human race
through loving you; and loved the knowing you;

and all this, through Love’s knowing, caring grace.

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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