By Roei Shalev  roeish@hotmail.com
Date: 18 April 1999

For T. (The foolishness of love)

A drop of spit that she talked strait on my forehead,
made me happy
Like a drop of her blood on my soul.
The poor knights who died for their love
The poor women who waited
The evil and pain of the foolishness of love
are a drop of her spit on my forehead.
A little bit funny
In my case a little bit sad.
The foolishness of love.