If love’s just a game,
Who makes the rules?
Are we kings and queens,
Or are we jokers and fools?

I could lose over and over again,
Be made a mockery until the end,
And I’d still choose to shuffle the deck,
Rather than never be a player, a heart left unchecked.

This way of thinking might seem strange,
I once was a *****, a tool beneath your shoe,
But your love came and made me feel new,
Now I feel like an ace, a prize to arrange.

If you’re like me, who’s been frozen,
You’ll melt at the right one chosen.
His love could never be too much,
I find rapture in the slightest touch.

If love’s just a game, I’ll play it bold,
Giving warmth with no trace of cold.
Even if this gamble tears me apart,
There’s something divine in giving my heart