English poems

Love is not all sugar and spice

Over and over - it’s like rolling a dice

Sometimes you get lucky at times you don’t

In the end it’s all a matter of who has won

Now I can say I’ve accepted my fate

Great is the risk of making you mine

Giving you all would mean burning my soul

A game indeed, one I’d never win

My heart would break, but still I have to say

End this game now, before I end up insane

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