“All’s fair in Love and War,” they say,
But I have shame enough,
To keep myself at an arm’s length.
To gamble on your love,
To steal your happiness,
To rob you of your smile,
For even my chance benefit,
Simply isn’t worth shit.
I loath the simple fact,
That he can make you smile like that,
And that I never will.
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