Take your time and choose wisely
For love’s not a game, don’t get caught
In the draught of a wild arrows aim.
Be wise to the fact that not all love
Is fair, a card sharp’s illusion, a
Love on the one hand is a matter of
Luck, a card dealt at random, a pea
Under a cup. A roll of the dice, a
Spin of the wheel, but sometimes it
Turns out that fantasy’s real.
A man in a million, a girl in a crowd,
Who’d have thought it, who’d have
Dreamt it, what a turn up and How!
Like a bolt from the blue, love can
Alter your course, take your heart by
Surprise, give you reason for thought.
A page in a diary, writ so long ago,
Tells of love that was steady in more
Ways than one. A reference therein
To a Sunday school smile, a kiss and
A promise, a home and first child.
© Joseph G Dawson
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