Speaks the fool:

Your color is you and the room you're in. It complements any landscape. You guide me in dreams through the prehistoric tundra with your canine familiars. In a warm cave hidden in the rocks, your gentle soul softly hums my body tender. Even the silence between us feels sacred. Your jolly laugh warms me, and when you are wild my body smiles. My secret is when I met you. There is so much more I need to share...

Then his eyes open to the waking world, where only wizards and fools speak to woodland creatures and expect a reply.