Love Fool Poem by Tea Kawana

I never could work it out
whether young love was
for fools or was ours
Or not knowing I a fool
was caught under my own stupid justification
of not checking the beam in mine own eye
Yet so quick to point to the mote in all these lovers’ eyes.

Our young minds can they live with the simple conversation?
Can they hold hands for just consolation?
Or do they rush for exploration
Of exploring their recent alteration?
Fervently burning for taste and to be
Tasted;
To feel as if you’ve given
As you have got.

Yet it’s fantasies, plays
we want to take part in:
We are the Director; we know what we’d like
Not so to want.

And we realize it’s our minds
that’s been making our hearts follow.
So when it has been told
the right way round,
our fragile hearts break
And we are love fooled;
That’s what we believe.