It's Foolish I Know... - Poem by Sara Militello
It's Foolish I Know...
It's foolish to be so
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 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.
It's foolish I know...
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