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The Game of Love
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The Game of Love |
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DiscordantNote New Member
since 2000-08-01
Posts 9Texas |
I asked myself, “How dare I- Become involved again”? This game of love and passion, Deals a hand I cannot win. But I heard the phone start ringing- Then when you came on the line... I could not hold my feelings back, I had to make you mine. You told me that you loved me- I told you all the same... Our pulses pounding wildly, As we play the cheating game... No way to help our getting hurt- No way we’re gonna win... We lay our hearts upon a number, Give the wheel a spin... Round and round we seem to go, And as the action slows... Once again we’re bound to fall, But where, nobody knows. But I have to have the feelings- Your tender voice can give... Those tender, sweet I love you’s- Still impart me strength to live. < !signature--> "Things get complicated when you get past eighteen, and the further past eighteen you get... the more complicated they become". [This message has been edited by DiscordantNote (edited 08-03-2000).] |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Great poem. Love is indeed a game in which we take our risks. Good job!!! Ronil (What I say I live by and what I live by is what I create). |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Great poem. Love is indeed a game in which we take our risks. Good job!!! Ronil (What I say I live by and what I live by is what I create). |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
very good enjoyed reading. |
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