Jester

As her words rang through his head,

His heart wailed in response

Lamentations which reverberated

With a strength that would've ruptured its walls,
Had he not been so silently resilient
Against these unwanted but wonted
Alternating currents of torment and hope.

And that was the moment he knew

The heart breaks from the inside.

For if love is naught but jest,

How could a fool's love be realized?

And if love is not, and a fool could love

How could he realize it at all?

"I can't take you seriously," she said.