A game no one can play

Saleh Ben Saleh

I stare ahead at the wavy blue,

As I recall the lovely sue.

Her love is still well hooked within,

I am not so sure where to begin.

There was a time my heart was free,

A hummingbird on a willow tree.

But what fate had in store for me,

Changed my life a great degree.

 

 

I never thought I would fall in love,

With a pretty rose, a tender dove.

She grasped my heart with a swifty swing,

It hit me hard, not just a sting.

I lost my mind and self control,

But knew I’m here to play a role.

For what I learned along the way,

Love is a game no one can play.

  • Author: Saleh Ben Saleh (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2024 09:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A well written poem with such a great message. Love is not a game as many think or paint in ink. So nicely the words were said no one should be offended. Sorry for the little rant it just seemed to com out.

    • Saleh Ben Saleh

      Thank you for your encouraging words and wise thoughts my friend. You are absolutely right love is no game.
      If you try to play it, you will be played.

    • Cassie58

      Dear Saleh, so true love is not a game. You can’t stop or start it at your own choosing. This poem story flows so well and is nicely rhymed. A pleasure to read. Have a wonderful Sunday.

      • Saleh Ben Saleh

        Hello Dear friend,
        Thank you for your wonderful words.
        Enjoy your day.

      • Tony36

        Excellent write

      • Cheeky Missy

        Playing with matches was forbidden, yet too many of us were either caught in the act or else accidentally found after we'd toyed with the taboo, burned as they knew we must be.

        • Saleh Ben Saleh

          If you play with fire you're bound to get burned, but if you play with love you will eventually be played.
          Thank you for reading.

          • Cheeky Missy

            "Playing with love" is playing with matches.

          • Mase ♪

            Such a powerful and meaningful write Saleh! It really made me think. Loves a game, we cannot play it, or we'd be played. Then what is love? A dream? Once again; Nice job Saleh, keep up the good work! 🌹

            • Saleh Ben Saleh

              Love is a four letter word, when truly felt, to every soul will bring healing.
              Thank you for your lovely comment Mason.

            • Dan Williams

              Love is sometimes a curse, sometimes a game. Has deflated me more than once. Nice work.

              • Saleh Ben Saleh

                Yes Dan,
                Love is strength and love is weakness. Love is a curse and love is a bliss.
                Thank you.

              • Dan Williams



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