Fools For Love

we are all fools for love,

we give it to those who don’t treasure it

or can’t return it the way it’s given

we pour it down emotional black holes that

always demand more than we give

and coldly consume what we already gave

we blame ourselves for others selfishness

and berate our hearts for not being enough

to satisfy the cruel or carelessly insatiable appetites

of those who want to devour our virtues and individuality

and have no conception of our needs,

no care for yearnings to be understood

and cherished as the unique soul we are

if wanting what can never be is foolish

then let me be a fool for that kind of love

which is purely love for love’s dear sake

the love that gives more than it takes and returns

the deep love I offer in kind the love

that wraps me  in admiration surrounds

in compassionate understanding 

warms me with the sincere heat of passion

and rocks me in depths of honest desire

let me love with hope but acceptance of present reality

and no other expectation other than to be genuinely,

passionately loved by the one who holds my heart within his

for this manner of love I will gladly be a fool