The Fool Poem by Steve Armstrong
The Fool
He seems to me a fool in full splendour;
You yearn for him,
and yet, he does not give you a second thought.
Surely he is blind,
for otherwise, he would be under fair Aphrodite's spell;
as you are for him, and I for you.
My Heart dances to Apollo's merry tune,
though i am far from merry.
My flesh burns, with all the rage of hell,
and I am silenced,
no words can I speak,
and so, as before,
you quietly pass me by...
That is a horrible feeling, being rejected in favour of another. The ills of life. Love Ernestine
Stephen you seem to know your greek mythology. The thing about love is, you can't push it, or rush it, or force it, love just is. Very nice work. 9 from me. Smiling Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 8:50:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
fine work Stephen.. Especially in our age this feeling is quite common and the title applies to more than one person.. Keep posting HBH