Two Poems: Trusting Your Instincts

Are we born with a gut instinct for things or is it only after a bit of living that we begin to develop this fine art of discernment?  I had a gut instinct that the man I met at age 21 might be the perfect man for me.  After 33 years of marriage, my gut tells me I made the right call, but it’s not so easy figuring out love.  It’s hard for young people to sort out their feelings in relationships. 

What is love and how do you know when it’s real?  Trust your instincts, use your common sense, spend time together, listen, and open your heart to honest dialogue.  Give of yourself, and use all the methods at your disposal to find your way to love.  It’s the only way to know for sure.  I offer two poems for your consideration.

He Loses No Sleep over You

I just had a feeling

 In my gut

That something

Wasn’t right about him,

About the day, the place,

The time we met,

There was something

In the way he tilted his head,

The way his eyes

Never smiled,

The way he looked

Over my shoulder,

Calculating

His next conquest,

His next conversation,

My gut instinct

Sounded the alarm,

Beware, 

be cautious,

Of this man who

Speaks sweet nothings,

But offers nothing of himself,

Think clearly

Before losing your heart

To a man who

Loses no sleep over you.

Because His Love Was True

I just had a feeling

In my gut

That he was

The man for me,

It was something about

The way he tilted his head,

The way he smiled with

His eyes,

The way he listened

And laughed with me,

Over silly things,

Simple things,

The way he spoke of nothing,

But it felt like everything,

everything important,

everything that mattered,

to me

I just had a feeling

And that feeling led to love.