How do we know ?
“The gateways to love
are varied and diverse.
With so many paths,
how do we know we love?”
Sample of the poem How do we know ? by Sophie Roumeas
Painting by Marc Chagall, Lovers with Half Moon, 1926
Act 6.
I remember this question that children sometimes ask: "what is it to love someone?" and also "how do we know we love?”
From there was born this poem, How do we know ? by openly asking my heart : "Tell me, how did I know that I loved him?”
How Do We Know?
By Sophie Rouméas
The physicality of being,
emotions of the heart,
vibrations of the soul…
The gateways to love
are varied and diverse.
With so many paths,
how do we know we love?
Like an eel in the hands,
words spin and slip away,
how do we know we love?
I call upon my curiosity,
the final station of my sobriety.
To love is to be drunk,
not on wine, but emotions—
and to surrender to them.
To love is to be wise,
to embrace the blessings,
welcome the sorrows too.
Love is this dichotomy,
this constant movement
between what I initiate
and what we generate.
Love calls for boldness,
tenderness and surrender—
a hint of attitude.
Above all, to love is to be.
From the present to all other times,
it is to reinvent,
dare to dream, feel and share.
It is being with you
what I would not be without you.
It is to live this uniqueness
of what life invites us
to manifest and create
by bringing us together.