Fool?

I wonder if I am foolish
to think that you might
care for me.

Perhaps my mind is racing
far ahead of logic.
It does that often.

But, am I allowed to think
that for once I am fancied?

To think for once, someone
might just think of me as
cute and beautiful?

Desirable?

Am I rushing? Am I fooling
myself again?

What is this?
Why do I feel so confused?
What have you done to my mind?
My organized thoughts?

Have you truly formed me
into a fool?