She warned of a lover’s fate;
But I ascribed it to hate;
So, I neglected her view;
And fought her with words, too.

I am a fool in love,
Until push comes to shove;
So, when death came calling,
My heart was done stalling.

As promises lay broken,
While I pulled down each token,
Her words hung in the air,
“Most are not fools. Beware.”