Today’s prompt was basically, how do you know if love is real? I didn’t love the suggested forms, so I did a Petrarchan sonnet. Woohoo!
How Do You Know If Love Is Real?
The simple, honest answer is: you don’t.
We are, each of us, servants to desire:
What in our hearts today may light a fire
It’s possible tomorrow that it won’t.
We only must embrace it here and now;
Live each day to the fullest as it comes,
And trust that if they really are The One
Not time nor circumstance shall disavow.
So say that we’re in love, for we may be;
A conceit in which we both are in accord;
A story told in both our voices true.
Should we reach the end together, you and me,
We can know that each the other most adored–
For now, I’ll just enjoy the tale with you.
This is for OctPoWriMo, 31 poems in (ideally) 31 days. I’m behind, but I’m writing! You should too, if the inspiration moves you.