Fool for You

This April,
you told me
love sees all:

 east is west,
lightning strikes twice,
time doesn’t count.

 Rome can be built anyday,
you added.
There’s only one fish

 in this ocean,
your new eyes said.
By morning,

 I was hooked,
convinced that
all that glitters is gold,

 we should put
our eggs in one basket,
look after we leap.

We did,
forgetting that space
has no limits.