One by one they come.
Slowly.
Each with a burden different to the next.
They gather around it
With all their hope in only a few coins.
They throw it with all their hope and they wish for it to come true.
I am too one of the foolish few.
I've prayed,
I've made a deal with the devil,
I've done the unimaginable ,
All for you my love
But now I must do the last of what I can do.
As my hope glides through the air allowing gravity to pull it into liquid despair
I can't help but realise -
Our love was like a coin thrown into a fountain with all hope of a wish coming true.
It was no more than a gambit
A shamble
It was as good as placing a bet on red in roulette
It was a fifty fifty bet
So now I'll leave the fountain to do the rest.