A Fool Poem by Sam Burton

Your standing in the door frame
Your sparkling eyes greet me
With great familiarity
Your looking at me
Don't do this to me

But I'm glad your not alone
but you still look at me
like you want to come home
a feeling written in a style of kinds
I don't even think God can define
but no matter how hard I try
the wind always guides
me back to you
your dimmer now
covered in a darker shade
of blue
Its true
I'm still a fool

a simple mystery hidden
in the center of you palm
a map written in your head
I'm not too sure i want to read just yet
but do you realize how much power you have over me?
your singing in my head repetitively
I'm breathing on your scent
and it calms me

Cause you want a chance
you still look at me
like you want to dance
a sensation strummed in a tune
I don't even think God is used to
No matter how high I soar
The waves always push me
back into your arms
your healed now
voiced laced in
an alluring charm
Its true
I'm a fool