the fool...

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    the fool...
    if ever a fool there was...

    that fool would be me...

    to believe there were no flaws..

    and only me you would see...

    a jester, a costumed clown...

    laughing to hide the pain...

    a painted smile to hide the frown...

    and a sadness that is my bane...

    if ever a fool their was...

    yes, that fool would be me....

    to believe there was a cause...

    a chance for us to be....

    but it was just a foolish thought...

    a dream a fool would dream....

    together fate had brought....

    two to love it seemed....

    I was so wrong, so oft I am...

    to think that you were mine...

    and together we would be....

    until the end of time......

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    Lolee commented on the fool...

    09-02-2009

    This is a beautiful poem of the broken heart. This is the first of your poems that I have read...looking forward to reading more of you. TEN!!!
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    BraveMoon commented on the fool...

    08-08-2009

    I raise the glass to the fool we all could be, should be, would be, for not to believe that the end of time will come within one's love is to render the meaning of Love obsolete, I very much liked this, and your other works. Wah'do ~BraveMoon
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    cmlestrade commented on the fool...

    08-07-2009

    awww,this is bittersweet but very beautiful. I would say not a fool and Nothing foolish about the emotions and the rhythm in your writing. It is superior.
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    Ron

    08/08/2009

    Thank you very much for your kind words, they are much appreciated.

    am2anangel commented on the fool...

    05-27-2009

    I can understand the feeling of putting on a mask to hide your pain. showing a happy face all the time when one's soul is really tortured becomes exhausting. I felt your pain and loss in this poem.
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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