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We Must Finish This Game of Love

by Tinkerbell

The sun rises each day.
The stars shine each night.
Some things are certain,
but love is something you can't count on.

There is nothing more complex,
and confusing than trying to understand and recognize,
true love, but I seem to be caught in the middle,
middle of this confusion.

Maybe I'm too young,
to young to be pondering things like true love,
but unfortunately it's too late.
I'm already all tangled up in you now.

Love isn't a game.
You can't lie or cheat your way out.
You can't fold it up,
put it away,
or forget about something this strong.

Now that we started playing,
our game has to be finished,
no matter what pains it might bring,
no matter how complicated it might be.