They feel too much, the world would say,
Like hearts that never learned delay.
A passing word, a fleeting tone,
And suddenly they’re not alone.

They gather storms in silent chests,
Turn simple thoughts to heavy tests.
A glance becomes a hidden sign,
A pause—some secret to define.

They trust in ways that others won’t,
See goodness where the world just don’t.
They give their all, then give some more,
And still stand waiting at the door.

Call them fools, for loving deep,
For promises they choose to keep.
For breaking quietly at night,
Yet waking up to still feel right.

But maybe fools are not so blind,
They simply carry softer minds.
In a world that’s learned to play it cool,
It takes rare courage to be a fool.