LOVE MAKES FOOLS

Oh what a fool I was to fall in love with a girl like that. To think someone perfect, who had the pick of the field, would look twice at a boy like me; would even notice I existed. And yet, each night, she invaded my dreams; my turbulent dreams as I tossed and turned. Then, one day, I plucked up the courage to tell her the way that I felt. I wrote it in a sonnet and left it in her desk. With beating heart, I watched as she read. I can still hear her laugh.