![]() (53) Queen Of SpadesA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsTasting a love that is forbidden, I surrender to her dark touch. Knowing that temptation has won.
She is called the Queen of spades, And she is playing with my heart. I am going to lose the game.
I thought I was the one in control, But I was placed under her spell. A man can never win against beauty.
You play with the cards you are dealt, A victim where you can never bluff. When you know the odds are against you.
The Queen of spades makes the rules, Where she will take all you have. The final price will always be your soul.
I am one of many that was her prize, Because she plays the game too well. In darkest passion, you can never win. © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Chris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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