I’ll let this one speak for itself.
How is it that from the very first moment
You knew everything about me
Immediately sensed how to touch my heart
Was I an open book, so easily read
Or is it that you are so perceptive
You grasped what others cannot, or will not
Those who have known me forever
Yet have no clue who I am
I am in awe of you – You saw right thru me
My pain, my hurt, my disappointments
My weaknesses and my many flaws
You knew it all, but loved me anyway
How is it that you knew I loved you, too?
© 2009 – Andrea J. Shannon
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