Well … just more foolishness really. And that is the nature of these things. We are all born brimming with foolishness but, with the passage of time, some of us get over it.
Not me. There was a period somewhere way back that I tried being sensible for a while, it lasted for maybe a week at best, and was exhausting, so I stopped all that and have never really looked back.
So I responded to a poem from Here with a short one of my own – a confession of my own hopeless foolishness.
Make of it what you will ….
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It takes a fool to fall in love
The second time is worse
But when you’ve done so more than once
Love becomes a curse
But foolishness is in my blood
It throbs through every vein
I’m bleeding tears of foolishness
In love with you again
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Richmond Road 
Bravo! I love your responses to some of my poems, so very poetic!
Foolish is something I’ve been more times than I’m willing to admit, this was before God got a hold of me. I got a bag of broken love from past relationship, I still haven’t gotten rid of or repaired yet! I’ve been meaning to take them to church to try and repair them but I’ve decided to nurse them back to health just me and God because the church wants too much money! 🙂
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That’s the thing about God. He’s always asking for money. All wise, all knowing but just can’t seem to handle his finances.
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So is better than it.👍
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Righteous!! And foolhardy! Indeed, the Fool from Tarot is about brazenly taking a leap of faith into the unknown, and it’s seen as a good thing, a new beginning, a fresh start!! Great poem!
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You can be recklessly foolish especially when it comes to your heart
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Being recklessly foolish with your heart does seem to be built into the experience of trying to find someone, doesn’t it?? AAUGH!!!
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Love is invisible
Love has no shape
Love is a painting
You’re yet to undrape
Love can’t be purchased
Love has no price
Love is just chance
Just the fall of the dice
Love’s not a challenge
Not a treasure to find
Love’s not an offer
That can be declined
Love is a virus
You simply can’t shake
Love is potion
A spell you can’t break
Love’s accidental
A slip of the tongue
Love’s an infection
You’ll be bitten, be stung
Can’t touch it, can’t smell it
Can’t see with your eyes
Love takes a shape
That you won’t recognise
Love’s a chameleon
Every time it’s brand new
So don’t look for love
Let love find you
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👍❤❤
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Oh my gosh, I love that!!! You’re just wise!!
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aw shucks … how sweet that you’ve fallen in love with Mrs R again!
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I have loved her always
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sweet, have you told her lately?
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All the time
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She mentions it to me likewise, in passing
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