Sonnets are English language’s haiku.
The sonnet’s form (14 lines of iambic pentameter) is strictly defined.
Love, on the other hand, is indefinable. Which is a problem because it’s also the emotion that most impacts us. If we’re lucky enough to have safety and sustenance, then Love steps in and shapes our lives – through both its presence and absence.
The Ancient Greeks named eight different types of love. To compensate for the fact that English has just one word, I am writing a sonnet every week for a year; each sonnet will explore love.
These are not love sonnets. They are Love’s Sonnets. They belong to Love. They are its facets, its characteristics, its foibles.