TOK or how I know what I know

How do you know
when someone
loves you?
Is it the way they look
at you -
with longing,
with understanding,
or
just a look which
cannot be defined?
Is it because they
seek you out
for no apparent reason?

Is it that they are
prepared to be honest,
show themselves in
all their nakedness,
their flaws, their
bumps
their sadness,
their anger, their
frumps and
frowns?

And would they
know
that you
knew
that they loved you
(oh my head is hurting now!)
because you remember
how
they were sorry
they did not remember
your birthday?
They sent you
a Valentine wish
even though you are
middle aged and grey?
And because you
appreciate their honesty
in laying themselves
bare?

Oh darn it
let me just say
the words -
I KNOW THAT YOU LOVE ME
And that as they say
IS THAT