𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖆 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉!

 

Love is nothing but a playground,

All men and women are its mere players;

Crabbed its field that of Age and Youth,

The goal is a conquest of one’s heart.

A wolf waiting for his prey to quenched his lust,

Under the pretext of the name love;

The tools of the game wits, charms, looks and deceit,

Each players plays their Aces boldly with pride.

The winner taketh all but the losers falls,

The defining moment end with a sobbing and a curse;

Goodbye the saddest word whisper through agony,

Where any man nor woman shall ever truly be a winner.

For all in nature is nothing but mortal,

All nature in love is but a mortal folly!