Love is a losing game,
And may become the sharpest pain,
One may pronounce the tender words
And get the strikes like from the swords.
Love is a confusing game,
When someone talks to boy or girl
While, one's calling them as pearl,
Is redding with the shame.
But love may have a better end,
And then becomes the happy bend,
When one can at once confess
And get an answer 'Yes, Oh yes!"
What is Love
© Copyright: Бородулина Екатерина, 2015
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