Tis Foolish, I Know... Poem by Sara Militello

It's Foolish I Know...

It's foolish to be a fool in love
but that nature makes so many a fool
extols the treasure true
of the need to keep one's cool
though loving with full intensity:

For could I love you more
than in my wont to keep you near?
And could I more you adore
than with this gelid fire, Dear?

My core aglow, my fervor knows no rest;
a soul nearing its crest
and only slightly less the fool
for being so coolly blessed.

My love for you knows nowhere an end;
cannot contemplate being 'just a friend.'
To your love I feel a slave
bordering on the common knave.

Tis foolish I know...


February 16,1996