Love is precious.
It leaves them in shambles.
But it's so delicious.
They roll the dice.
Their heart breaks.
They roll once, twice, thrice.
And each time, their body aches.
Why do we gamble?
Why do we do it?
Well there is one answer capable.
It's Love, stupid.
Each Love is real,
until it falls to pieces.
Then the next Love is revealed,
and this one...this one is 'different.'
Everybody Loves.
But, the loss is so hard.
When push comes to shove
Nearly all of these bets melt like lard.
They meet another woman.
They throw again.
They meet another man,
and each time, it seems, the rooster leaves the hen.
Why Love anyone?
Why take the chance?
Because it's beautiful to be called 'hun.'
Because the pot is romance.
Each Love is real,
so treasure each moment.
The next Love might not come.
Because this one...this Love is different.
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