Fools love

Off the edges that brim the depths,
Off the security of certainty in a lone heart.
Oft the hearts of sages rim with death,
And into Man's collection of heartbreaks they log their part.

Into the murky darkness of love the bold enter -
Hearts in tandem, they plunge as one.
Yet these are hearts that feel no fear,
For they are hearts in tandem - the battle's won.

Off the edges that brim the depths,
Off the security of certainty in a lone heart.
Oft the hearts of two hurtle, perhaps
Into dangers yet conceivable by a single heart.

Into these unknown dangers the twin of hearts enter,
Hearts in tandem, they wield sword and shield.
Yet these are two hearts that stumble in fear,
For though they are hearts in tandem, each can feel still.

This is love and its most queer nature -
Hearts go a-fluttering to heights that top the tallest peaks...
Or plummet to hellish levels that sear.

Yet always it is love that all fools pick -
Fools with no armour and paucity of gear.
Fools who at a love's gaze grow weak.
Fools who for a love lost would tear,
Fools whose hearts are so bound- vulnerable to each prick.
Fools who have thoughts impeded and minds unclear,
Fools who for a lover's eyes a lifetime they seek,
But will us fools ever find somone so dear?


-Gnow Kered, on love but not in love. 29/11/2008