I was a fool, once.
A lovely one,
a romantic fool.

I thought that
I was her world,
only world,
of all pieces of the broken soul she was.
but sadly enough, I wasn't.

Wise men says;
only fools rush in,
yes, I admit that.

But you can't make the same mistake twice,
the second mistake
is not an err,
it is a choice.

To err is human,
to forgive, divine.

I rather live by
"To improve is to change;
to be perfect is to change often."