A Foolish Man’s Hope

You were so beautiful once, my love; the sight
by which my heart had never before encountered
or has ever since recovered

Your face was that of a cherub, the
Brilliance of a thousand stars
Your eyes, dark as the deepest forest, and
Just as enchanting, held me firm

Who it was you were before,
perhaps you’ve never been
The memory that I thought was true
Only  just a dream

I fell in love with a shadow, with a trick,
A mirage,  a trompe l’oeil

Born of a misconception,
fed by a foolish man’s hope
Bred in the heart of a dreamer,
but chocked on reality’s rope

I love who you were with me, between us two,
And what it is I thought I knew
But that’s not what I see anymore, no:
That is quite simply not you.

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