Andrew Guzaldo

" Cards I was Dealt"

When we fall in love we surmise all,
Yet we know not where love is,
Nor where to or who to call,
Yet we must be able to read the cards,

The mystery that procures beneath,
Romance or what Mystical behavior may,
Be beneath that mystic cartomancy read,
When one is in love,

That of the mystic trance one may,
have captured from the beauty within,
Their eyes, mind heart and soul,
There is nothing only romance,

We think love can never hurt us,
And would make one strong,
But after we fall in love,
We find that all is not that way

We assume they will always be there,
But one is only there to give
Treasures that were not theirs,
One waits for the calls of affections,

But day after day, 
All I received was rejections,
I did all I could think of,
To make you see and know how I felt,

I did everything you asked of me,
I thought our love would not melt,
I took your first reactions as a sign,
I thought you were the one,

I would spend my life this amiss,
Only to recapture the thought of you,
and what once was is anamnesis,
I am now left in forlornness called LOVE,
These cards I have been GRIMLY DEALT!'

 

Comments1

  • Shadowbox15

    Yep. Love is indeed a gamble. You can either hit the jackpot, or lose everything.



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