Fools Like Me

"Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all,
to see life as it is and not as it should be."
Cervantes

If asked to tell of love
I could tell nothing
For I am a fool
But without fools
Love would cease to exist
So be kind to fools like me
For we still believe in the magic of stars on moonlit nights
And the childish notion
That there is magic in true love’s first kiss
We believe beauty doesn’t fade
But deepens
As love grows older
We know its pride that quarrels
Not love
For love is the law of kindness
Seeing its own faults before another’s
And no matter how long and dark the night
We wake
For love rises on the wings of dawn
To live another day
And we fools know that love was meant to be
And never give up believing
Even though we are prone to epic failure
Because no matter how love should go
If it wasn’t epic
Was it really love at all
And just because love fails it doesn’t mean love is dead
Or that love's stopped trying
Fools like me know that love awaits the forgotten hour
The inopportune time
The unlooked for moment
It dwells in the dreams of hope
And hope awaits only the chance
For love’s desire
Is only to be

But what have I said of love?
I’ve only spoken of fools like me.