It's heart breaking,
It takes time.
It's heart warming,
At its prime.
It's cold iron,
In your chest.
It's the warm sun,
At its best.
It's cold and painful,
Like a knife,
It's loving and kind,
The best of life.
It's a game,
Played by players.
But there's ones like us,
The love-cheat slayers.
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