The Game of Love
I play the game that’s played by Kings and Fools
the ancient game we play that has no rules.
I deal the cards that are my own design.
Each suit’s a heart and every hand is mine.
When you look at me I'm not what I seem
I’ll break your heart and then I’ll steal your dream..
I’m just a player at the game of love.
If you knew what kind of man I am inside
the kind of man you’d soon grow tired of
a man without a heart, who has no pride
who’s just a player at the game of love.
Some say that I’m a drifter with no home
searching for love along the paths I roam.
That when I find a chance at happiness
I spoil love by cheating and craftiness.
That can’t be true for I have loved them all
It’s just that I can’t stand to see them crawl.
I know that I’m a player at the game of love
searching for the one meant to be my own true love
and if I find her then I know I’ll stay for good
to cherish her and love her like no other could.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: October 27th, 2024 18:21
- Comment from author about the poem: It's not confessional poetry. These kind of people abundantly exist.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Agreed - evidence everywhere. You don't have to travel far; the daily parade here at MPS will bear witness (shouldn't have to wait too long).
Or alternatively there's Leonard Cohen's 'The Stranger Song'....
Interesting write, Phil.
Thank you, DD. Yes, so true. Lonely people everywhere. Hey, and thanks for the tip on Cohen's song. Now in my playlist.
Great read Phil - good to be back reading the days postings once again - must make it a habit.
Thank you, Michael. Welcome back.
Love is there for all to find Phil and I have found mine once more.
Andy
Thank you. Andy. So it is, and I have also found the one.
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