Fairytales Around A Light Bulb-The Queen Of Hearts Poem by Cupid Missed

A touch, the invitation to play,
cards and hearts mingled
in your hands.
I fell in love with your
voice at your first call,
i cant let you go,
its your turn to draw.
A carress the shuffle of words to play.
Uplifted and left without
words to say.
Your face makes my heart
beat with vitality,
your brown eyes cast doubt over our mortality.
A kiss, passionate and lasting.
Felt in a dream,
yet dumbfounding reality,
a feeling of being alive,
or being dead from within,
but never ordinary-
never in between.
I can never have this-never you.
I am just a friend, never more.
Its clear that i have lost it all,
but dont leave yet-
its my turn to draw.