A Fool For Love

 

I am a fool

Here I am, alone

Yet not alone

Without companions even,

Almost without my natural wits

 

Drooping deeper into despair

Without a fight

Then hope comes again

Unexpectedly

Without warning

 

My princess in white

To scatter lies and deception

And sense of hopelessness

More effectively

Than another could

 

Here am I, the fool again

Loosing wits again

Besotted by a pretty face

Trim figure

Slim hips

 

While all the time my heart

I know, longs for home

Not The Home,

Not just any home,

For my home.

 

Why would this be so?

Vulnerable to warm smiles

With gentle touch

Resting light

upon my mind

 

How can I fight this combination

Attractive

By every value I value

And more –

With promise of future

 

Promised future is only mist

Wisps of things

That might have been

No substance:

No reality

 

Only Tantalus thirsting at feast

Carrots never grow closer,

Do they?

Or,

Am I still the fool?