Hello Noor,

A poem that shines a spot light on the shadowed reality.

just a few typos:

Here is your poem amended, I hope you don't mind:

I am fool to love you;
Only fools would wait and sit
Every night listening Frank Sinatra.
Only fools get up every Day
In the hope of getting a call from him;
Like he would be God or some kind of
A God status with his picture, a perfect Smile.
He never makes mistakes,
He's all angelic and innocent
So why I bother to dream of him?

Well done Noor.

Take care,

Michael