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Folly

Of all the folly ever cooked
By famished dreamer Man,
None reeks of rank fatuity
As love upon demand.
As though by wish or will alone,
Mere mortal ever could
Strip mystery from a nightingale,
Or moonlight from the wood,
Or charm a newborn babe to greet
The light without a sound.    
Or coax the dead to tap the glass
While spoiling underground,
No, love�s like joy, like everything:
Cares not for you at all,
Surprising in its timeliness
When you decline to call.

                             --Allison Burnett

This prompted me to look for a kewl poem....I'd like to dedicate this to the man in my life that is my soulmate. We swim the same sea.

                      e. e. cummings - i am so glad and very (49)

i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore

so far your nearness reaches
a lucky fifth of you
turns people into eachs
and cowards into grow

our can'ts were born to happen
our mosts have died in more
our twentieth will open
wide a wide open door

we are so both and oneful
night cannot be so sky
sky cannot be so sunful
i am through you so i