Game of Love

POETRY

GAME OF LOVE

A love so full, to fill up life, was it then Bursting, spilling over, all given over so free Even when pierced and torn, his heart welcomed in again Blind then to love's senses, now only too late do I see

To my empty heart, I now only pity with dry scorn I curse it to death, for it mocks by pumping blood into tears For his love was squeezed dry, a death never to be reborn Leaving a scar for my medal, to wear for all my years

Fate's laughter I hear only, for with life's gamble I have lost I echo back with silence, for my pain has no voice How highly priced is Life, but Love has the greater cost To lose one's whole future, with one blow of heart's false choice

A heart that can give with passion, or with ice, cold as winter's snow Perhaps better to freeze it hard and cold, to preserve a love, and let it be How black and hard is irony, for bittersweetness it does show To such a one who forfeits all, in the game of love, as me.

Mi Lan