The Game Of Love
A Love Acrostic
Lost, with the key to find love
Only one door is left you can try
Very nice, is the hand that you hold, hard is the game that you play
Each hold a card in the game, with the hope they will make the best call. They take a risk that love will show them the way, but what are the odds lady luck holds and will stay
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Kelli, I just have to ask. Have you met someone? (I'm hoping the answer is yes & that they have infused you with this recent blush of poetry on love.)
That's the scary part. Love is full of risks when we don't know if they're worth taking. Loved your poem!