The Game of Hearts
In the quiet corners of our room,
Where light is soft and shadows loom,
We gather ‘round a worn-out table,
With pieces small, but dreams so stable.
The board unfolds, a map of lore,
Of battles fought and tales of yore,
Each die a star, each card a sun,
Guiding us through the night till day is won.
We lose ourselves in laughter’s tide,
As hours slip, and hearts collide,
A roll of dice, a fateful chance,
A shared embrace, a silent dance.
In moments tense, in triumph’s roar,
We find connections to adore,
The game, a mirror of our souls,
Reflecting love, and making whole.
Yet when the night gives way to dawn,
The pieces sleep, the game is gone,
But in the echoes of our play,
The bonds we’ve forged will always stay.
So here’s to games and all they bring,
To fleeting moments, joy on wing,
In every move, in every jest,
We find our hearts, and give our best.
