Where The Grass Grows

Lesbian Love Letters

To my darling love:

You asked me
How I knew I loved you
I presume you think it was a great realization
The great a-ha moment
I suppose you might think it important
Like I can recall it in grave detail
Like the carving of wood on a boat
Each little pore remembered with great precision
Remembered with great care

Perhaps, my dear you are right
I remember the shape of your eyes
And the shade of your lipstick-stained cheeks
Specifically, when you blush
You tend to do that a lot my dear
I've been counting
The exact shade of red your lips posses
The exact number of curls that your hair calls its own
The exact number of freckles on your cheeks
The ones I have individually mapped within my memory
My very own constellations
Mapped right on your very cheeks
My dear, I remember these things
Because, of course, I love you
And quite madly at that

But the moment I knew I loved you
Happened by chance
It was by no stretch of the imagination shocking
I suppose I already had a minuscule inkling of it
But I had yet to meet it
I had not yet introduced myself with a warm embrace
Neither the outpour of my love
Or the outstretch of my heart
Had been given the chance to greet it

I have kept you wondering long enough my dear,
I suppose this here is how I knew I loved you

Once when it was night
And the sky was silent
I heard your voice calling out to me
And I saw your face smiling back at me
Of course, I knew it as yours
I had known it better than the back of my hand
It was silent
And I was alone
But my love, I still saw you

And that is how I knew I was irrefutably in love with you
That is how I knew my heart was yours
And I could never take it back
That is how I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you
That is how I knew I belonged to you
Like the moon belongs to the sun
I knew I was yours
And I would be forever
Because I love you.