Playing With Love

Playing is fun Exciting, desirable, leisurely I learned years ago that Playing with love is a dangerous pastime Once it finds you Love is no longer a game Playing with love was like A cat and mouse game Suddenly- it is caught by surprise Something unexpected A mystery A lingering It simmers and never leaves Six years have passed What was a game Turned out to be something else It waits in the back of my mind Like a sweet and sour warhead candy Leaving me undeniably wanting more And all I ever wanted was to play It's time to rearrange the pieces And put the board back in the box Love is not a little sweet thing to nibble on Love is not a game to set up and to break the rules Love isn't meant to be played like a game Love inspires truth