The Game Of Love Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

Why must there always be a pursuer and a pursuee
in this vast Universe we share?
The me of you and the you of me…
We just seem to confuse one another with the chase...
With all these games of love we play

Is it fate that brings us together…
or do we cling to the illusion of fantasy?
Why is it such an effort?
Why are we afraid to just let go and be real?
Although we may try to do our best…
is it really good enough?
What if we fail to make the mark…
Keep the spark?

We laugh, we cry
And so, the chase goes on...
Me, you, the world
And...
All the silly games of love we seem to play

We bloom, we fade, we fail, we feel
And still...
We throw the dice, we gamble
Wondering...
if we'll win or lose as we play the game of love
Will we score this hand
Or...
Walk away with empty arms?

When we play this risky game of life and love
It almost seems to laugh at us...
in this game of love we all play
Sometimes without any meaning
Sometimes without any rules
The line so thin between winning and losing
It can sneak right up on you
Or...
It can confront you face to face

Then, when it seems too good to be true
it can just as quickly rub it in your face
And then...
It can turn it's fickle back on you
Ah yes, the game of love
Bittersweet…
But oh, so real

Love can lose its truest beauty
when we play it like a game
Cuz' when...
your cards aren't on the table
and the dealing's all through
all life's chips will fall where they may
Then, the game of love...
Will start playing its game on you