I have been called
a romantic fool;
its a known fact.
I let love consume me,
wrap myself in desire.
The full moon arouses me
to distraction,
starlight is my preferred illumination.
The scent of gardenias
intoxicates me.
Crashing waves give me inspiration.
I draw hearts in the sand.
Poetry feeds my soul,
rainbows give me hope.
I still believe,
despite all contrary evidence,
that my true love exists
and will find me.
Romantic fool?
Maybe-
I wouldn't change a thing.