994. When fools follow fools down love’s lane,

SONNET 994
By JH Sayyar
When fools follow fools down love’s lane,
Blind to the thorns that line the rose’s guise,
They chase dreams that quickly turn to pain,
And sip deceit from soft, beguiling lies.
The heart, though warned, will bow to cries,
And leap where reason trembles to advance;
Each vow a shadow under shifting skies,
Each kiss the start of ruins’ cursed dance.
O love! What ruin lies beneath thy crown?
Thy beauty veils a grave where hopes are hurled.
The wise walk on, but fools go tumbling down,
And drag the next to fall into their world.

So do perishes the proud in passion's flame,
Not love, but folly bears the truer name.