Its seems I take this gamble everytime,?
I place my heart on the scale hoping that even at the end it will still be mine.
I tempt the hands of time the threads of fate, the flowing of beginning to end to find what may not truly exist except in mind.
I weigh the odds to understand the risks of playing a game I am never sure I will win for the ecstasy of knowing only a portion of possibility of loving.
Vivid are the images and hopes that dwell within the exchange of love , memories, hearts and time in hopes of making each exchange more worthwhile to gain a sense of place and achievement. 
Add invisible numbers  jotted down on figures sorted in colours by sight, touch and intent all to play the numbers game