Only A Fool Believes... Poem by Ric Porter

Only a fool believes...
there is subtle difference between "holding a hand and chaining a soul"

Hands are meant to be held, souls are meant for caring caress, a "chained soul" never grows close to it's captor.
Love is calculated risk, kisses and presents are fleeting expressions. Love leads to heartache, but, not defeat.

Ah but love is blind, and those calculations become obscure in the blur of blissful cecity.
Roads and morrows built together continue if destinations "remain" the same, journeys planned or wished for, but not taken can never be experienced.

Love can be a bad vacation, true, but a bad vacation beats watching the travel channel, even crummy vacations have shiny spots, I like vacations.

Cherish the love you have been so fortunate to have found or the love that you have been so fortunate to have found you.

Revel in all you have experienced as it is that past that has made all that encompasses the present you, you.