The Gambling Game Called Love
Gamble at your own free will
The Gambling Game Called Love
Love’s a table, cards in hand,
A reckless bet, a silent stand.
Hearts are chips, we play, we spin,
The house decides who’ll lose or win.
A glance — a risk — a whispered call,
All or nothing — rise or fall.
Bluff with smiles, fold with sighs,
A winning hand or sweet disguise.
The wheel turns slow, a cruel embrace,
Luck’s a shadow, a fleeting face.
Kisses wagered, promises steep,
What we gamble, what we keep.
So place your bets, roll the die,
Love’s a game — don’t ask why.
For win or lose, the cards won’t care,
Just broken hearts left laid out bare.
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