Foolish Love

And so was I not founding,

As was not she,

The ironies in our lives,

Misguided yet well directed as it may seem.

The meaning so hollow,

In which she stumbles so prudently,

Creating a profound ripple,

Destroying the calm.

It has gone for long,

Yet for longer on it shall go,

Such lies and deceit,

Love as we so foolishly call it,

Yet know not to be it so.

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