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.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0006-love-is-knowledge/
