Love's A Game

Love, likea lick of candle's flame,burns all hearts in its wicked game.The inevitable games, when love begins,pride-blinded players, in a game no one wins.Is the lesson to learn from our mistakes? Or do we suffer enough with so many heartaches?Are tears that fall like so much rain,from the well of the souls of those who loved in vain?Those who try to smile when their hopes are fading,whose dreams have ebbed and a love waning.Never cry for what others have wrought, remember instead the love you've sought,for one day soon, the fates will align,there will be no epiphany, no signal, no sign.Love will happen, no matter your plan,like waves to the shore, caressing the sand,your heart holds the key, to the love you will find,as all things in life, it's a matter of time.Forget not, those painful tears of the past,remember and be fond of the loves you've had,because all of your life is a blink of time's eye,and of time, like love, you can never ask why.