could their be a ruler of all, who does not even know,
her power so strong that she brings the will of the strongest man to fall to his feet while he begs  for a blade to slice him into pieces?
if their would be, where could she be?

I thought love was a game,
Something to be played.

But I was wrong.

People do get hurt.

The conversations layed out in front of me
like cards to be picked,

Choose the wrong one
and your fate could be flipped

Love turned into a guessing game

As if trying to step around an erupting volcano
Love explodes
Love runs out
Love turns to war.
You used to love them with all their imperfections
And they loved you with yours

But with all the ash in the air
No one could see it clear.

Love has blinded me
And I can no longer
see the rules.

To old age, and hefty time that laid upon your shoulders my dear friend. Your eyes illustrate  circus poodles falling from high wire, into the arms  of a performer in pleated sequenced dress of silver with a smile of a clever alligator.
Although your bones deteriorate  and your blood grows thicker as you tipple your nights into slumber, your brain remains a fetus, music keep the heart at drumming pulsation. you cradle your very heart, when you close your eyes. To keep the spirit alive.