Confesions Of A Fool
Some would say that I am a fool, but what is a fool? Would a fool stay true to his heart and think of nothing but his fondest desire, would a fool continue to pursue his dream even if to others it seemed out of reach? I don't percieve that as being foolish, I feel that by doing this I am keeping hope alive. I have but one desire at this point of my life, one dream to follow, and that is to find love and keep the fire burning, the fire that is the passion of a great life. There is but one person I wish to share that great life with.
She is a petite lady so sweet to the sight, an angel waiting for her spot in heaven. She is my love, my life, my every being. I can't get the thought of her out of my head, nor do I wish to do so. Every minute that I am awake I wait to hear her voice, every second that I sleep, I dream of her laying by my side, her beautiful long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her sweet lips pressing against my bare chest, her tight blouse hugging every curve of her bosom. The light sparkling in her eyes. how I long to feel her touch just once more forever,to lay beside her as I sleep, to wake in the morn and watch her peaceful slumber, to be the first to hear her speak in the morn.
I don't think this makes me a fool, but nothing more than a man in love. So I say to all of those who would say I am a fool, if to be in love is to be foolish, then a fool I may be, but at least I have felt true happiness if even for a brief moment, But it is a memory that will last a lifetime.