The Fool

The fool ponders needlessly in his chamber about that which he cannot have. Vainly he dreams of warm embraces and soft kisses in the moonlight. His mind filled with enchanting evenings filled with hours spent gazing deeply into her sparkling, brown eyes. Thoughts race through his head of a reality which may never be realized.

The dreams are idealistic and foolish, but he cannot free his mind from them. They surround his better senses and force them to surrender to their will. Unable to flee from these silly ideals, his senses submit themselves willingly. A mind completely and utterly enthralled by beauty, and a heart woefully embracing every pitiful moment of it.

The dreams only subside when in her presence and company. He finds himself no longer thinking and foolishly following her lead. Wrapped tightly around her pretty, little finger, he finds it nearly impossible to deny her. He cannot help himself as if entranced by the spell of this beautiful, little witch.

The entire essence of her presence captivates him. The fool's heart has fallen for her unique and sometimes unorthodox nature. Quick glances from her unwavering eyes and brief smiles keep him entirely enthralled. Her sweet and sometimes tawdry voice wrap him tighter around her finger. Any type of thinking about her, good or bad, places the unwitting fool under her spell further.

Sometimes he thinks about how foolishly he follows suit. His stubborn and obstinate nature not allowing itself to show. A pitiful and willing slave who does not want to deviate from her company. He thinks of how much fun he has just talking with her. Wanting to get to know her better, but unsure of how to proceed. All the time he sits thinking, a single phrase continualy comes to mind.

He cannot help but remember the old saying: "Only fools fall in love."