The eager sweet anticipation,

of waiting for her.

That special someone, in whose presence,

your heart does stir.

The solitary bitter agony,

of finding that she never came.

That feeling of dejection,

I know my life’ll never be the same again.

The ecstasy of seeing you,

even though for a moment, fleeting..

The sadness of parting from you,

knowing we might not meet again.

It’s a cruel game…love..

in which the ruthless gods roll the dice.

And toy with us mortals,

with their malicious hearts cold as ice.