“Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all,
to see life as it is and not as it should be.”
Cervantes
If asked to tell of love
I could tell nothing
For I am a fool
But without fools
Love would cease to exist
So be kind to fools like me
For we still believe in the magic of stars on moonlit nights
And the childish notion
That there is magic in true love’s first kiss
We believe beauty doesn’t fade
But deepens
As love grows older
We know its pride that quarrels
Not love
For love is the law of kindness
Seeing its own faults before another’s
And no matter how long and dark the night
We wake
For love rises on the wings of dawn
To live another day
And we fools know that love was meant to be
And never give up believing
Even though we are prone to epic failure
Because no matter how love should go
If it wasn’t epic
Was it really love at all
And just because love fails it doesn’t mean love is dead
Or that love’s stopped trying
Fools like me know that love awaits the forgotten hour
The inopportune time
The unlooked for moment
It dwells in the dreams of hope
And hope awaits only the chance
For love’s desire
Is only to be
But what have I said of love
I’ve only spoken of fools like me
Really seems to be a struggle to get the formatting to stay the same. Strike two. 😠
First of all, your poem is swoon worthy, strike the heart worthy and down right relatable. I’ll be a fool every time and take this type of fool every time.
Second of all, the formatting looks phenomenal. Whatever struggles you had, they worked.
Lol, take two, and take three to get the picture aligned. I make simple things hard. Its a gift.
But more importantly, thank you for your sweet compliment. Fools are getting rarer but players are out there in record numbers. Nice to meet another of the vanishing breed. 🌼
A-men to that.
I can complicate dental floss, so I hear you loud and clear.
I swear to all things fuzzy, if I could get that bookmark function to work, this would be well & truly bookmarked! Amen & pass the bottle! Beautiful…
And what a functionally challenged group we are! But I’ll take word for deed, and kindly hand you the flask. Thank you, dear Willow 🌼
Love is a powerful thing to be in possession of. Those that have it at any level are lucky and blessed. Your poem shows an understanding and acknowledgement of a condition that is worthy of having.
Well done.
Thanks reading and sharing your thoughts. Its true, “Those that have it at any level are lucky and blessed.”