I have been
a burst of delight
clueless in the extreme
and always loved
by the poor sots on this tour bus next to me
how do I know I’m loved?
I feel it . . . in their kindnesses and caring . . .
Love is always part verb and part noun . . . emphasis on the verb.
I felt love
. . . as I was allowed to remain on the bus even though I was making little to no sense,
for most or some of the time