How You Know.
Pearls of wisdom are all about
But is there truth behind it?
How, you ask, do you know love?
"You'll know it when you find it".
Is that the truth, the simple core?
The heart of wisdom in this vein?
Or specious words of wisdom void
And utterly inane?
To recognize what you've not known
Because, it's said you will,
Is hard to grasp or comprehend.
Think of that what you will.
And so you've met that special one.
So different from the rest.
You want to pull a litmus strip
And put it to the test.
But you're hanging out there on your own
No litmus strips to use.
Uncertainty besets you
With the thought that you might lose.
You have to know, you tell yourself.
You must this time be sure.
For one more heartbreak is too great.
A blow you can't endure.
But maybe it can't be defined
With clarity of thought,
But only as this love is all
That other loves were not.
Perhaps "not love" is all we need
To know and judge aright.
As darkness best can be defined
as absence of the light.
When all it is is all you want
And nothing in short measure
You'll know it's love; all doubt dispelled
And you have found your treasure.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:I spoke with my daughter over the weekend. I said I was now able to tell her something I could never tell her before. I've never repeated to her the common wisdom of love that "You'll know it when you find it" because until I met LadyBee, I had no way to know if it was true. But now I do know that it's true. Like love, itself, though... you'll only know this as truth after you've found it.