Fools Rush In, Where Angels Fear To Tread Poem by Harley White

[Song lyrics from my version of "Sleeping Beauty"]


This must be the princess, motionless in bed.—
She's every bit as beautiful as they all said! —
But who could awaken her? She looks quite dead! —
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread.

This is the chamber where my dreams have led.—
She is the maiden I've longed to wed! —
But who can ever know what may lie ahead? —
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread.

A story of a princess once was told,
Whose magical gifts were manifold,
Doomed to sleep in enchantment— a hundred years old.—
What a strange and wondrous sight to behold!

In my wildest fancies I've visited
This vision of loveliness before me spread! —
I'm caught in a bind of attraction and dread; —
But who could resist those lips rosy red? !
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread!