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THE GAME
We met by chance, or so it seemed,
this handsome lad
with words so sweet
he nearly swept me off my feet.
Then within my heart
I heard my Beloved say,
“Beware, my child,
it’s all a charade.”
He invited me to a place he knew,
this comely boy,
where all my wishes and dreams
come true. . .I almost went.
Then within my heart
I heard my Beloved say,
“Beware, my child,
it’s all a charade.”
He asked me to dine,
this winsome fellow,
on tempting food and luscious wine;
my stomach rumbled. . .I reached to partake.
Then within my heart
I heard my Beloved say,
“Beware, my child,
it’s all a charade.”
He left me then,
that handsome man,
yet somehow I knew
he’d come back again to play
his game of empty words,
false hopes and dreams.
Yet, within my heart
my Beloved’s voice
would keep me safe,
“Beware, my child,
it’s all a charade.”
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