The Gambling Game Called Love
Gamble at your own free will
The Gambling Game Called Love
Love’s a table, cards in hand,
A reckless bet, a silent stand.
Hearts are chips, we play, we spin,
The house decides who’ll lose or win.
A glance — a risk — a whispered call,
All or nothing — rise or fall.
Bluff with smiles, fold with sighs,
A winning hand or sweet disguise.
The wheel turns slow, a cruel embrace,
Luck’s a shadow, a fleeting face.
Kisses wagered, promises steep,
What we gamble, what we keep.
So place your bets, roll the die,
Love’s a game — don’t ask why.
For win or lose, the cards won’t care,
Just broken hearts left laid out bare.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
It seems that in life everything is a gamble. Good job.
It's a game with high stakes, at that! Very poignant, Marie!