The game is set,
Nine holes to be filled
Your words were knives
My heart, you have killed.
Our love was a fire
Filled with X's and O's
Yet you laid them all out
And made both of us foes
In the end, you have won
With three strikes in a row
Love's a mere game
A play of Tic-Tac-Toe
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A good start with a nice poem, Matrix. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.