Love is scary,
not like betting,
a lot less dreary
and in a nicer setting.

It still is frightening
because of chance,
to lose this enlightening
essence called romance.

Once you have it,
you won't need more,
just can't go without it,
you know you're hooked right to the very core.

It can be polished, hidden, in frames and cuts
and boxes with lots of shining glimmer,
seemingly untouchable.
A simple cold could make it all grow dimmer,
simmering through the stems,
the second you lose these nuts,
your uncut gems.