I see a lady playing spades.
I recognize…her name is Jade.
She seems the type to play real hard.
I offer her my playing card.
So now, it's time to draw the line.
And tell her, what is hers…is mine.
Who cares if she's not from my league?
I'll take another chance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem