A heart placed on the card table,
Bet out for the next hand,
He was sure he would win,
But the winners always had their day
When everything went wrong,
When the losers won
And all was lost
Even the heart of the one he loved.
Thou he did not know it,
But that heart had been stone cold,
Even thou the face still smiled
There was no fire burning there.
He had placed his love on the line
Which pulled the last thin string,
Now no longer was she mute
Or a puppet in his play.
The strings had frayed before,
But they had managed to hold on.
Yet this time it was different,
She never wanted to go back.
It hurt to move on alone,
Still she picked up her feet
And tried to vanish from his sight,
From the hateful eyes that made her bleed.
Away from all her past she went
To somewhere she’d never been,
Caught hold of a young mans name
One you said he’d see her throu,
Not wanting to get hurt again
But longing for some love,
She took a chance and a tiny step
And found herself in love.
A man who didn’t gamble hearts,
Didn’t lie, cheat or steal,
Truthful to her he was
And managed to help her heal.
He does not know how much he helped,
Nor has he even imaged,
So for how he loved the one he loves
I love for loving me
Dedicated to Warren E
~Tera~
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