I answered slowly-
They love me much so.
I knew in places everything is known to be true or false,
whilst the rest of you denies incessantly
or agrees profusely
in a misguided attempt to be
as you want to be described.
I think I am loved.
Not for sure.
Love needs to be tested.
It demands to be proven.
It requires a bit more than cheap words,
just past the point of cynicism.
It needs not to be judged
by accursed skeptics who tell us of the poison called Romeo,
or the 20 indirect ways Rose killed Jack.
it needs to be felt
and heard as it tells the parts of us that ‘always’ know,
in deeper places of course,
to once, just once, glorify nothing with its superior knowledge
no one cares about.
To confound doubt with proof of proofs that love is mine.
They, after being subject to the pedantic scrutiny of the depths of my mind,
really do love me so?
Todays poem competition entry was written by Valleria Bircotes.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?