A Game
They call it a game
A battle of hearts and of minds
But my darling, not with us
For you have won my heart with little effort
Before you, I was so lost and so cold,
But after, I became so full of life and smiles.
It’s so very strange to be so full of love after being so empty,
But with you it feels so right, so easy to fall.
You are the victor that has claimed my heart.
They may call it a game but I shall call it true love.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Hold | 1 | 03/02/2011 |
| A father in Scene | 0 | 03/02/2011 |
| Real Life Love | 0 | 03/02/2011 |
| Game Love | 1 | 03/02/2011 |
| Cold Windw | 0 | 03/02/2011 |
| A Game | 0 | 12/09/2010 |
| Starting to fade to Dark | 1 | 12/09/2010 |
| Love from afar | 0 | 12/09/2010 |
| Lost and Rejected | 0 | 12/09/2010 |
| From Shadows to Dawn | 0 | 12/09/2010 |
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