Love and Foolishness

I know what it is to love

- to know my love will never live to be -

Perhaps it is my misplaced hope (or hopefully placed uncertainty)

that drives me; perhaps it is my love which tells me

No relationship founded on unrequited love can survive 

- that, in order for my dream to be sustained, it must die -

and perhaps it is my dream which tells me that my love can never die.

Perhaps I am a fool; I know that I am a fool.

I am devoted to my foolishness.