Red roses and baby’s breath flowers set against a window overlooking a snow covered lawn.

To Look a Fool

I love you
you say,
gazing into me

and
it’s too soon,
far too soon.

But
I want to
believe you

Because
I love you
too.

I can feel the truth of it
settling warm in my chest
as though I have known it
all this time.

I can feel it spreading
to every cell in my being,
warming me
like golden honey.

And I know
you can see
my head
fighting my heart,
as I recall
all the times
I’ve been hurt.

How many times
I’ve believed those words
before,
only to look
a fool later on.

But
I can’t help
but wonder,

Would it be so bad
to look a fool
once more?

If only to know
what it is like
to be loved by you,

even for a moment.

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Marisa Coltabaugh

Marisa is a bakery manager by day and a poet/fantasy writer by night (more like the fleetingly spare moments between reading and sleeping).