What Dreams Fools Keep Alive For Love Poem by Andrew Michaels

For no more meaning, than the meaning hence
Should love be such, than not so for its offense
That the nothing less, should mean so much now
Nor given relevance, for what was lost somehow

And if love's not to blame, then what does love seem
Beyond the happenstance of some forsaken dream
For such, nor as such, that persuade shall ever fall
But for the unknown, what became by love's call

Could that I've beheld, and not touch its tender time
Than to pursue love's folly, without any other crime
For love's not ancient script, nor hardened stone
Nor as unsettled, which broken hearts endure alone

To guess at least, the understanding, the meaning
And then to hide behind, such imagined dreaming
For the pleasures sought, through make believe
Shapes love's device by what our desires weave

But to savor its sweetest taste, just for a moment
To retrieve its least reckless claim, its aimless intent
For no more meaning than what the meaning sensed
Should love be such to hurt so much, in its defense