Seen through the eyes of a man who's discovered his love, yet only to find it is too late. He still loves, yet he can no longer have his lover. Therefore now that he is no more the fool by recognizing his devotion, he is left to love without receiving it in return.

This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Lost Love Poems

Entrapment
Hopelessly bound
unfettered
by the chains of love's grip
- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.

Wherefore do I weep
at knowing the joy,
the warmth,
at feeling the peace,
the fire.

Wherefore do I weep
unable to complete ,
to be,
unknown the kiss,
the flames.

Wherefore do I weep
at loving not living
seeing not touching
breathing not sharing
holding not loving?

All,
because I, The Fool,
am no more?

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