Question Of Love Poem by Maura Herboldsheimer

I bid you a question that haunts me this day.
Is love really love, or is it just a play?
Is this feeling a trick that is played on your mind?
Is it a sin to talk of the love that you find?
Is the beat of your heart just a way to entrance?
Is the yearning you feel a lie, by any chance?
Is the joy that pulls your stomach a tale?
A fairytale ending of a love that won't fail?
Is truth mixed up with the things that aren't real?
Mixing and stirring the way that you feel?
Is this heady heaven a fable of old?
Replacing pyrite with the memories of gold?
I bid you again, I bid, I bid,
Look deep inside you for the feelings you've hid.
Pull them out, and then you will see
That love is no lowly trick of the eyes
But a thing that could truly be.