About the Poem
An argument could be made that this poem is in the wrong category, that it is more of a Sad Poem than a Love Poem. After three of the most incredible years of my life, my second wife had just left me. There was no warning she was interested in another man, at least none I had been able to see. I was devastated.
In spite of those circumstances, this is not a Sad Poem. For, Annette returned to me. Did she return because of this poem (and the hundred others I wrote in the weeks we were apart)? Probably not. But this poem and the Truths it holds are a large part of the reason I was able to try again.
What do we really know about love? Absolutely nothing. And accepting that limitation is the first step towards accepting love.
I Know |
| by Ron Carnell |
| I know the goal I seek, but not the road. I know the prize I lost, but not the mode. I know the life I lead, but not the whys. I know the truths you told, but not the lies. I know the old I had, but not the new. And I know one thing more: I still love you. |
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