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.
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2025
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