Fool's Paradise
Ambling around on a moist afternoon Reminded I were of a tale, was it last June? Must be so, a reality surreal than dream Unparalleled it seemed, the story which now I repeat. There he was, not the prince charming of books Wrapped in mist, standing in the unknown. Dared I not venture there alone Fickle was my resolve, I entered there soon. He did croon for me, made me swoon Cliches seemed alive. His aura was such, I did fail to see, I did not know him. Not much. Day and night morphed into one, So powerful was the delusion. How I loved to hear him speak Of his fantasies and experiences, of the worldly knowledge. The deepest of his secrets he used to tell, The fairest ideas he flocked. I poured out my heart, so did he. Was it love? Love must it be. He was standing there again. Charming. As I moved up to kiss, he turned away his lips. "Why did you step back?" I asked. "Why did you come closer?", he wanted to know. And it came back to me, ...