When I do love you'll know you have been loved
For heart's like mine do serve it's Queen's own suit
And shame with whom this pride yet cheats by gloved.
As twenty plus that two has no refute,
Deny tho' him by playing then again
Yet shows on red the black the false accrued;
Then she would query this: the tell of vain;
And read beyond the card, his hand delude!
But play do I for greater stake from you:
You'll be my Queen when all the Kings are dealt
And tho' me be a Jack or Ace or two
It's they my love I bluff, by you I've knelt.

Your graceful turn, oh holder of all hearts
To play for love? Or break me into parts!