He seems to me a fool in full splendour; <br />You yearn for him, <br />and yet, he does not give you a second thought. <br />Surely he is blind, <br />for otherwise, he would be under fair Aphrodite's spell; <br />as you are for him, and I for you. <br /> <br />My Heart dances to Apollo's merry tune, <br />though i am far from merry. <br />My flesh burns, with all the rage of hell, <br />and I am silenced, <br />no words can I speak, <br />and so, as before, <br />you quietly pass me by...<br /><br />Steve Armstrong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fool/
