Your beauty is why men want to embrace you;
I see the greater beauty that’s inside.
Your distance is why men will always chase you
And why I’ll be a place where you can hide.
You’re wild, so men will want to tame or break you,
Like passion is a game of vicious hearts.
I want your love to see if love can make you
And me a sum that’s greater than its parts.
Men like to play the game of hearts to win,
And loss is what their passion won’t survive;
My heart knows win and lose are both a sin—
I play the game to keep the game alive.
I'll never make a move to satisfy
My love—that’s why my love will never die.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells