Three Fools Poem by Michael Esdaile Walker

I am three fools an old man said
for loving and for saying so
In whinging poetry; my head
was full of you this morning
a friendship dawning?
I doubt that, I fear
it is a sin of fear my dear
that I could walk the same sacred road
I walked before
Ignoring my load
How far can you be near me?
I cannot even see your face
I live in another place
three fools then
One for loving one for saying
And one for praying
Can it last can it last can it.... last.