A Fool Was I... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Precious stones amount to plenty,

Found in places far and deep unknown,

Whilst I searched for that one jewel,

That would place a twinkle in my eyes,

Far and wide, through night & day,

Throughout the four known hemispheres,

By land, sea, sky, time & space,

Miles turned to days, endless years,

I searched to no avail, hopeless,

There was no treasure map to guide me,

Just a thought, a wish, a plea,

But just as my travels an end had sought,

I turned to look around me home once more,

And there I realized, at least not late,

I had sought the wrong treasure,

It was there all along within my grasp,

She, my love, my life, precious diamond,

Her eyes shining stars, which long ago,

Had captivated me, and made her,

The beautiful apple of my eyes, a fool was I.

(10/16/2005)