When first I saw you, I saw but your face; <br />and felt for you, no more nor less <br />than others of the human race; <br />you were as other; that I must confess; <br /> <br />and yet, by some uncharted act of grace, <br />the grace of you stayed in my memory; <br />stole subtly through my eyes and ears, <br />my ears and eyes; stole subtly to my heart; <br /> <br />and what my heart knew, murmured to my mind; <br />and what my mind knew, murmured to my heart; <br />they spoke your name; and somehow, listening Love <br />made instance of it; and this knowledge grew; <br /> <br />I loved you, then; knew more of you – and love; <br />knew more, myself; so, loved the human race <br />through loving you; and loved the knowing you; <br /> <br />and all this, through Love’s knowing, caring grace.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0006-love-is-knowledge/
