Faith is for the foolish man
Who believes in what can’t be
He trusts that all will end up well
And fails to trust in he
He sits and waits and watches how
Fates well laid plan unfolds
And wishes he could see her now
The love his heart beholds
He does not try to speak to her
For fear that she will flee
He could not bare to see her run
So far away from he
He’ll wait forever foolishly
Till his great faith runs dry
And trust in fait fool-heartedly
Until the day he’ll die
He can not see with his blind eyes
That fait relies on he
To help her with the fateful task
Laid out in front of she
If he will fail to help out fait
Then fait can not help he
Now all is lost for his great faith
And true love can not be
Great piece here, I love the rhythm so many of your poems have!