The Fool Is Me

I step forward and then falterMy heart races and the sweat forms on my browsNever have my inhibitions been higherNever have I hated control moreI want to be recklessTo confess my love from the rooftopsTo scream her name till my voice screeches to a haltTo risk it all in the name of loveBut alas, I'm too in control for my goodToo wary of her light skin, lightyears away from my dirt brown hideToo aware of the smell of spring that wafts off her in unmistakable burgeoisieToo impressed by her league, that I bow my head and surrender to fateThis is no motion picture, no fairytaleI do not get the girlOr do I?Is that a blush that sits on her rosy cheeks?Is that tugging at the corner of her mouth a half smile?Could it be that the underdog has captured the heart of the princess?To what do I owe this turn of fate?God, chance, or a delusion from which I will quickly be delivered?What face will the dice show when I take my chance?Will fate humour me and and bless me with my dream?Or will I be reminded that nothing good comes easy?Whatever it is, I have nothing to loseSo I stand and gather my thingsThere must be no trace of me if things turn sourI approach with a smile, the princess with the half smileAnd realise too late, the prince charming sat behind meWho whispered songs of love to his princess yonderI turn as pale as black can paleAnd realize a truth that has broken my soulShe is not for me, and never will beFor a fool has been made, the fool is me