Love's Jester

In Act 1, love made me a jester in the halls of your court. There, at your feet, watching you laugh my heart and soul to pieces; your very own fool.

Watch endless love perform...to a sold out crowd, standing room only; even among those that scorn; for love persuaded me...love and only love.

There was nothing I withheld; gave the performance of a lifetime, except the crowd stopped cheering...knowing 'twas no performance, but love.

With every spin, every beat of my heart, I revealed more of myself to you...unwrapping parts of myself 'til then, unknown, but only for you.

I've 'danced' enough, bared enough, loved above and beyond, and now, with a bow, I shall disappear before your very eyes; love's graceful retreat.

But...love knows that I will never leave this stage...alive. When did 'I'll love you forever' turn into 'goodbye'? Sometimes, love is not enough; prove me wrong.

The alabaster mask of the jester...stained by tears; there is beauty...in pain.The smile of the jester is painted on, my love; it's not real.

But for you, I smiled through tears...mask melted away...make-up smeared...I didn't mind because it was all for you. When I said 'I love you' while kneeling at your feet, that was not a part of the act.

In the face of love, the mask melts...away; I just wanted to be loved...in spite of.

Falling...under the weight of my tears; silent goodbyes...hurried departures...my memory swallowed up by years.

All I can do is watch from afar...trying to smile through tears, believing...hoping against hope that finally, you'll come to realize...me.

Tears flow down alabaster mask...fleeing from heart's snare...fragile, cracked, and yet perfumed of sacrifice's dare.

It was your eyes...they lured me to my death. Ahh...the quicksand of love! I sank too deeply into your soul.

Trying to hold onto pieces of my shattered heart; slivers of memories...shards of madness; cut me deep.

Your heart slipped right through my fingers...I grasp at remnants; what is left of love? A wound time shall never heal.

But still...the show must go on! It's ALL for love...

Love, indeed, is madness, for love insists that there MUST be an Act 2. ♥