The Word of a Fool

O heart!
Why do you ill?
Who has poisoned your once lovely spirit?
Your beats quicken
And you ache my chest

Love is a fool’s playground
And I am the fool who lives on it.
And now you are ill of this play
And it is my fault

My dear heart
We will fight through this sickness
And you will once again immerge on the playing ground
That we call love
And this time I will not make mistakes

O heart!
You will not be poisoned this way again
Not while you are cradled in my chest
You have the word of a fool.