Folklore says that fools rush in
where Angels fear to tread,
and, true to form, I let my heart
overrule my head!
One look at your delightful smile
and my heart was overcome!
My mind and body were captivated!
I had no where to run!
You led me gently by the hand,
or, more like, by the heart!
Not one time during your Summer's stay,
were we to be found apart.
At Summer's end, you went away
leaving me forlorn,
treading back down lovers paths
that, by now, were all well worn.
I call you nearly every day
re-living old memories,
treasuring the music of your voice
that means everything to me!
But I don't for even a moment regret
my heart's overruling my head;
and I don't regret my rushing in
where Angels would fear to tread!
Ron Cole
October 2007
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