I've known that victory a winner makes,
And with defeat, the loser could be wrecked,
As true with games when played at higher stakes,
That oft involves betting that goes unchecked;
I bet my love to win at all the cost,
To stake my all, and never fear the loss,
My very soul it seemed, I have now lost,
And with gold gone, I'm left with but the dross;
What worthy cause will now my days be filled,
When emptiness invades my mind and days,
I reel from blows that Fate has thus so willed,
Love, fill my mind, lest Satan there soon plays;
.......What's love to victories or to defeats?
.......Does it enhances, or if not, negates?
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