The Love Game Poem by Mathew Sutter

I play a game,
That holds my interest.
It's a game,
That many would think that I would never play.
But to their dismay,
They find out that I do.
I call this game,
The Love Game.

I play it very often,
But to my surprise,
Totally subconscious.
I don't mean to play this game,
But when I find out that I'm playing it,
Well, I don't want to leave it.
This game holds my interest,
And perhaps I will be found out,
The risk is huge,
But to me,
It's all part of the game.

When I back away from the game,
I see all of its evil and blackness,
But it seems so different,
When you are in it.
How is this so?
How can this be?
This is the part that puzzles me.

But all the while I play the game,
And It’s quite fun to.
Until the game is over,
I can't stop playing.
This game is addicting,
This Love Game.