The Fool

Tales of the Heart

How the heart knows no end,

even if all alone its left to fend

and all it wants is a friend

to together have their time spent.


A soul misguided becomes cold,

led through a storm with nothing to hold

No matter how strong, no matter how bold,

Despite all his cares, if it no one told,

All alone it will grow and die of old.


The body is the carrier, container of all,

it hides the heart and soul as an impenatrable wall.

Together they work as one so that neither may fall,

But one day you'll find that someone has them enthral

and until neither work, for them through despair you'd crawl.