Dearest Fool,
A letter.
Dearest Fool,
If only you knew
what was offered.
How many times you would glance away,
deflect, distract.
To take anything but.
To enjoy all else, except.
There is no fear in Love
but creeping fear ruled the days
and love was pretend
or presented
But not returned
by you.
It was not always this way.
You were a part of Love.
Raised in so much
that the filling of you
pushed away dark & callous things.
Rocked you in a solid cradle
wherein you grew.
until one day there was only -
you.
Until so many years were gone
and you were looking back
not on,
at the other side of love,
that you were the presenter of.
The one who offered
but was refused
by some other fool.
If only they knew too.
-Love, You.
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