Love is never an easy game to play
yet we play weather we win lose or draw.
We roll the dice and let be what may.
If we lose there will be another day
though we hear the crow and its mocking caw.
Love is never an easy game to play
We walk in deep danger when desires sway
and heartbreak is an unforgiving claw.
We roll the dice and let be what may.
There are whispers of what your love might say
soothing or something to stick in your craw.
Love is never an easy game to play.
Yet well take the chance day after day
just for the touch that will fill us with awe!
We roll the dice and let be what may
For love will yell to the bull ole!
Dream the lovelinest dreams our minds can draw
Love is never an easy game to play
We role the dice and let be what may.
In a list
A contest entry
- Condition of the heart - Love (Lost, Found, Broken Together) by RunningWithScissors.
1150 points, ended July 13, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

