A Fool's Lament

A Fool's Lament.

You swore to make it right

Was too in love with you 

To be this bright.

Perhaps its true what they all say 

Young and old.

Too young and stubborn

I was

To see it that way.

Your fingers and mine entwined

With four leaf clovers and midnight promises.

I looked at them

As though they were wrong.

But perhaps its true what they say

What the young laments

and the old sighs a testament.

There were stars then, across the morning skies

And love in bad coffee

Warmth in a winter wind.

It was summer and spring

Sparkles and sunshines.

Maybe because it was your eyes

Your coffee 

Your arms

They blocked me from seeing past the mist

I was too blind

Until I was too lost.

No lucky charms

To guide me home

Past the memories of you and I.

And perhaps its true what they say 

What they all say.