By HAREM
Date: 25 February 2001
Fools Rush in Where Angels Fear To Tread
Fools Rush in Where Angels Fear to Tread
Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread
Declaring their love before testing the waters
Only to plunge in deeply and drown.
This foolishnes become part of their pattern.
The world watches them Not in awe and amazement.
But in sad pity for their plight in life.
Unable to learn or help themselves.
Repeatedly they drown themselves over and over and over.
The world watches in horror, unable to save them from this self destruction.
To die once in front of the world, is a horrible scene.
But to die over and over, the agonizing death of a fool.
The shame, the self defeat, bleeding in front of the world.
One wonders how they face themselves in the morning.
No less the world , who has been the spectator thru the entire play.
A drama that re-enacts itself in reptitious calamity.
Exciting and fun at first.
But a melodrama that becomes boring, when the scenes are the same.
The plot never differs, and the words and lines almost identical.
How long before no one comes to the play anymore.
No audience to applaud.
No spectators to sigh and cry and cheer.
Motivations of the main actor become a curiosity to some.
Is he just the fool, wearing his heart on his sleeve, for everyone to see.
Looking for an audience to captivate and impress.
Or perhaps forcing himself to feel love in every face on every street.
Afraid inwardly that he is unlovable, incapable of love.
Insecure in his own ability to sustain love.
Fear that if given too much time to know him truly..
The object of his affections will run in horror, as they do.
So many possibilities to ponder.
For some, the proverbial premature line of falling in love..
Works so well in obtaining the sexual favors of the love starved.
Providing a wonderful pickup line, ensuring hot repeated performance.
And then those wanting to love so badly.
Love always just out of reach.
They allow misjudgment and infatuation to cloud their minds.
Only to prematurely declare the throes of love.
Only to frighten and scare the object of their lust.
Embarassing themselves, and chasing away their mate.
And then those who attempt to hurt and maim by deception.
The object of someone from their past, who has deeply scarred them.
They offer love and sharing as the seductive bait.
As their hungry victim reaches for the morsels of temptation.
The trap is tripped and viciously snaps closed.
Its main aim, to amputate or kill the person who is symbolic to their inner pain.
Never realizing that it is never the object of their affection who is left amputated.
But themselves.
As the victim gently slides out of the trap, with all members still in tact
Somewhat bruised and stunned., to lick and heal superficial wounds.
Instead, the fool becomes amputated with each trap set and tripped.
Leaving parts of himself at every scene.
Severed from him, are his dignity, his ability to see reality, and his self worth.
Developing a pattern by which he is clearly recognized.
Unrequited love.
Where a fool declares his undying love to everyone he touches.
They cannot reciprocate his words nor his feelings.
To save the shame of his foolishness, he quickly reacts.
Dumping them, running and hiding, or declaring to the world.
Their weakness, their failures, their mistakes…
Which now make them unworthy of his love.
Yet those who have tested the waters.
And have loved slowly and carefully, and fully.
Know that true love endures all things,
And never runs, when imperfection is found.
That true love lasts forever, not just a week…
That it is not something that one can run from.
Nor find in every face, more often in only one.
Rocky times and hardships strengthen true love.
Love hopes all things, endures all things, suffers all things.
Love never ends.
Angels know this.
Fools Rush in Where Angels Fear to Tread.
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