Fool's Gold
She whispered in my ear
as she had done
so many times before;
"I give you my heart
make it your home,
your forever home."
And like a fool,
I believed it so.
I do not suffer fools.
Nor freely give my heart,
for fear of being
made the fool.
Alas I did
and;
fool, I did become.
Was I attentive as I should?
Alas, no.
I feared to speak my heart;
yet in not speaking
lose that
which, fool I am
I most desire.
Deaths shadow looms
and changes hearts;
twists the minds
of those
that shadow casts
upon
and glitters gold.
Fool's gold;
briefly held in hand
upon a promise;
broken.
I whisper in her ear;
"it is naught;
measured against
my love for you."
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2023
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