I'm in love with a photographer,
because, he says I am his limelight
I'm in love with a sailor,
because,he teaches me to sail in the ocean of love
I'm in love with a painter,
because, he draws lines of me that no one notices
I'm falling deeper,
Do you know who will catch me?
Well I'm in love, with a gymnast
because,he is always catching me when I fall
I'm in love  with an archer,
because, his aim never falters and he hits the bull's eye of my heart
I really tried you see,
but even the photographer with his best shots,
He  couldn't win my heart
The sailor was amazing,
but he drowned me
To the point I couldn't breathe
The painter even with his fine lines,
Left smudges of me everywhere
Now I'm nothing but a blurry image
The gymnast was to break my fall,
but instead he broke my bones
Now I'm no longer intact
The archer won my heart
but even with his never faltering aim,
His shot bled me dry,
Now my heart is in pieces
I'm sorry that today,
I played my part in love,
Although I'm no player,
I lost I admit defeat,
but even after a dark dusk,
There is a bright dawn,
so tomorrow I'll try my luck again
and maybe next time
Lady luck will smile on me