A Fool, Am I Poem by Justin Reamer

A Fool, Am I



A fool am I, I believe,
For thou hath taken my heart away,
And though I feel this love for thee,
I know not why I still long for thee,
Whilst thou expresseth thy hatred to me;
Though hatred, 'tis not,
But misguided error, and nothing more.

Yet, I still see thee,
And thou art the most beautiful women
The world has ever had,
And lives now and on till the end of time,
And thou art God's most beautiful daughter,
For He made thee wonderful and perfect,
To the point where thine own faults and imperfections
Mean nothing to me but rather bring out
Thine own strengths and positive attributes
More and more,
Making thee the more beautiful by the hour.

I see thee and notice thine wonder and pristinity,
For thine strengths and weaknesses
Make thee beautiful altogether,
And to mine eye, I see a wonderful woman
I wot of the brightest summer day,
And notice how she is more beautiful
Than the goddess Aphrodite,
Much wiser than Athena,
Much craftier than Artemis,
And the favourite pupil of Apollo,
And one who makes Dionysus appear a fool.
Thou art special, and even though I see thee,
And thou knowest not me in full,
But can seeth only a part of me,
I know thou canst see me for who I am.

Thou art beautiful and special,
For thine hair expresses the traits of the sun,
Thine eyes bring out the grace and glory of the sea,
And thine smile maketh the angels jealous in the heavens,
And makes Satan mourn over how he can never
Experience such beauty as thou possess.
Thine intelligence and wisdom make a man desire thee,
For every topic thou knoweth,
And every argument thou art familiar with,
And this makes a man wonder because
Thou art a woman who thinketh for herself,
Pervicacious and independent,
Yet thou art kind and compassionate,
Loving and thoughtful,
Selfless and empathetic,
Pious and creative,
Giving and helpful,
Amiable and understanding,
Loyal and trusting,
Reliable and helpful in all ways,
For thou art pious and pure,
Making thee more beautiful than any woman
In the entire world.

Thou, my dear, make the torches burn bright
With the way thou pranceth everywhere thou travel;
Thine eyes make them envy,
For they do not shine as bright as thine,
Which art luminescent down to the core.
Thou art more beautiful than a warm, summer's day,
Making the sun envy thy beautiful hair,
Thy beautiful, luminescent smile,
And thy everlasting lovingkindness.
Thou art beautiful, and that, no one can deny,
Albeit he's a fool.

My dear, I know thou giveth me the deepest scorn,
For what reason I know not,
And for this reason of confessing mine love
And my selfless, sacrificial desire,
For a fool, am I,
And I know this truly,
But I know we both want the same thing-
An everlasting, trusting, emotional relationship
In which we rely on each other
And understand what the other wants.
Trust twain us is greater than all the other
Desires of the world,
And I want no more than thy love and thy trust,
As thou wouldst expect from me.

Fornication, fear not, wanting, not I,
For 'tis foul and serveth no purpose
In truly exploring the heart's desires
And its wanton depth of emotion;
For this part of creation,
God's magical, beautiful gift for creation,
Is meant for matrimony, wedlock,
Not for the casual recreation that
Some mongrels would have it,
For chaste, I shall remain,
And chaste, thou wantest also,
I know this well,
So fear not what I tell thee,
For thine purity, I respect completely,
And thy virtue, I shall protect,
For thine purity is of significance to me.
The gift of carnation is meant for wedlock,
And this shall always be so,
For a child is a gift from God,
Meant to be loved,
Not thrown away as many monsters do
In their lifetime,
For your virginity, I respect,
And your virtue, I shall protect.
Fear not, for 'tis not passion I want,
But compassion and dedication I desire.

My dear, I want thine happiness to be great,
For if thou art happy, then my heart is satiated;
Thine happiness is most important to me,
Pertinent in every sense,
And I shall do everything to make thee happy,
Everything to make certain thou art well and joyful,
For thy mirth is great above all,
Not the body thou haveth,
But the love thou expresseth.
I, as thou doth, want a relationship
In which I can love thee,
Share my emotions with thee,
Show thee compassion and selflessness,
Hold thee tight whenever Death threatens,
Or whenever we are close,
Cherishing every moment of our love;
Listen to thee and help thee;
Love thee and cherish thy presence,
Look upon thy beauty every day
And see the princess I shall marry,
Who shall become my queen,
Whom I shall never stop loving even unto the day I die;
Provide for thee and give thee rest;
Help thee in whatever way I canst;
Marry and devote myself to thee,
And procreating in wedlock,
And creating children,
And raising them to be wonderful as they are;
To love thee for who thou art,
For the individual,
Lovely, beautiful, kind, caring,
Pious, and pure,
Thou art everything in the world to me,
And sharing my life with thee is perfect notion;
And I wot of the great things God wills to have.

My love, leaveth thee I never shall,
Nor wilt, no matter the circumstances,
For even if courtship we were in,
Leaving thee I never shall,
For thou art wonderful, and thou deserveth
The perfect man;
Devoted to thee, I shalt always be,
For thou art magical and beyond measure,
Incomparable to any woman I have ever met;
Thou art unique, and if I were to love thee,
I wouldst spend every day and every night with thee,
For the rest of my life and all eternity.
No one is greater than thee,
And thou art wonderful,
For thine beauty, spirituality, thought,
Intelligence, wisdom, and wit are incomparable
To anyone that liveth on this earth;
For thou art the only one for me,
And thine happiness is all the more important.

And though thou may hateth me for a reason I know not,
I promise thee I am not the man thou thinkest of,
For I will give everything.
And though now thou hath seen my protests
And mine own supplications,
A fool I know I am,
For thou shalt never love me,
But thou seeth how much I love thee,
And shall know I'd give anything for thee,
And my heart beats for thy song,
Thine flowers and thy beauty,
And consider, I ask of thee,
For my heart yearns for thee,
But thou needeth not oblige,
But consider where thy heart taketh thee;
For I would give thee everything, and everything
Thou shalt always have,
For God is with us always.
And He always would be.

But thou needeth not requite my love,
For I love thee, but thou feeleth nothing,
But let me tell thee,
I will always love thee,
And my heart yearns for thee,
And wants to provide for thine happiness,
And promises happiness always.
And though thou needest not requite,
I ask thee please consider,
For love I always shall,
Though but a fool, am I.

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