Village Idiot Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

He does not stare into the night
he stares into her eyes from the distance of his
heart and imagination complimented only by his memory
he does not kiss into the air
he only falls into the hold and scent of her hair
kissing softly her cheek and reaching kindly for her lips
He dares only heaven to compare and even at a loss
he'll take his chances and spend forever admiring her
He does only what any man would do
dancing alone and laughing to what she once said
insane to some and fortunate to many others envying
the purity of his happiness felt with her presence
he does not need much from the passing wind
he does spend nights counting new stars
wanting her warmth next to him when he lays down to sleep
caught in her love he surrenders only to his foolish character
hers and complete....