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Ode to
a Gambler
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A Lover's Lament
For you, my love, with open heart, I offer
most sincere,
the thoughts and secrets
kept within, the parts I hold most dear.
We love, we laugh, we hope and dream; our
joy is so sublime.
The happiness I've shared with you will
linger throughout time.
But now we've come to differences, and reckoning's
at hand;
to face the truth, articulate,
and hope you understand.
Another love has shown itself to rival and
persist.
It offers you a pleasure that you simply
can't resist.
The URGE to bet, to lose or win - pervasive,
is it not?
I say if you are so inclined, then give
it all you've got.
Gaming is your everything; it makes your
life worthwhile.
The monkey is firmly on your back regardless
of denial.
So let me step aside and say with quiet
acquiescence,
you need no longer be
concerned about gambling in my presence.
Your focus and your energy, your lusting
and affections,
should lavish, grow and
consummate, but not in both directions.
My admiration and respect, you seldom hear
me claiming;
they're lost beneath your
greater love, the BEAST we know as gaming.
The flame will surely rise again, compelling
us to meet;
converging in the throes
of love, rue-esque and bittersweet.
Though intermittent interludes your monkey
will permit,
with unsequestered servitude
you must return to it.
Although we share a bond so rare, contentment
so replete,
a recompense of tears
and pain awaits us when we meet.
I long to see the curse removed, your sad
affliction cease.
For only then can love convey its depth
with full release.
A mite, a trifle, yours to taste; but heretofore
a ration.
Yet, undeterred we'll both be free to search
the depths of passion.
So prudence, pride and principles reconnoiter
and behoove me.
But deep inside my heart is fast; may nothing
ever move me.
Trusting, empathetic friends are such elusive
treasures.
The day the beast is overcome, you'll know
life's truer pleasures
... to
MF from D
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