Sunday, August 11, 2013

Fool for love

Love is not love that cannot turn some tsar
   Of abstinence into a chump du jour
Who’ll spring for double shots at Cupid’s bar
   And blow it like a landmine.  Ah, l’amour.
It makes the clumsy bold enough to dance,  
   It guides the lost and faithless to Nirvana;
It lets the helpless think they have a chance
   And makes Paul Pessimist a Pollyanna.
True love’s most real when it reveals how fake
   I am. It swears that if I want to live,
Then I must die for someone else’s sake,
   And never think of taking when I give,
      And dare to be a fool—for in Love’s eyes
      Only the foolish heart is counted wise.

Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells



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