Foolish love, they say, is blind,
Stumbling on hope, leaving sense behind,
It gives and gives, without a care,
Even when it’s left bare, stripped and unfair.
But what if love were pure like a child,
Unscathed by the world, open and wild?
With eyes that see not flaws but dreams,
And hearts that dance to endless streams?
For in my love for you, I find,
A foolishness that’s sweetly kind,
I know not the risks, nor guard my heart,
But trust in you right from the start.
I love without a second thought,
As a child would, love unbought,
Innocent and free from fear,
My heart beats loud when you are near.
So let my foolish love be wise,
Through childlike laughter, unguarded skies,
For though the world may see it flawed,
In your light, my foolish love is awed.
Dear A?e?u?a,
I’ve written something for you, a reflection of my thoughts on love—the kind that’s often called foolish but is, in truth, innocent and pure. Sometimes, we’re told that love needs to be careful, measured, and wise. But I believe the beauty of love is in its childlike wonder, in its willingness to trust, to dream, and to give without hesitation.
This poem is my way of sharing that part of me with you, a part that is unafraid to love fully, even if it might seem foolish to others. Because in loving you, I find a simplicity and joy that no flaw can overshadow.
With all my heart,
Iyekeoretin
