A Fool's Love

• Leniesha Black, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

With skin as white as whitest snow,
And hair like a river of gold,
With eyes as blue as a restless sea,
And addictive lips so I'm told.

With courage like a leaping buck,
But sometimes not as bold,
As agile as a mountain cat,
That doesn't like the cold.

He sacrificed his joy
To help a friend in need.
He doesnt suffer envy,
Hate or petty greed.

No limit can be placed on him,
When he is in love.
His love is like the graceful wing,
Of the Turtle Dove.

When I offered him my love,
I said It's like a drug."
He then rebuked my offer and
A hole in my heart he dug.

I cried for many days and nights,
Oh, what lonely times they were.
Then he came and asked for my hand,
I cried "Of cource kind Sir!"

The very next day, we were wed,
My dear Fool and I,
And in his arms each night I'd just,
Sit there and I'd cry.

The King's Fool was my lover,
Forever now and then.
I'd love him each hard long day,
But he returned it when?