I was wounded to begin with from the daggers in your eyes,

as I pulled that old wooden chair up to the table,

I said, deal me in for just one hand,

I'm on a quest for love, but willing to stay as long as I am able.

I could feel the blood as it flowed to the floor,

from the stab wounds deep in my chest.

You held his heart, within your hand,

but it was his soul you wanted to test.

You knew when you saw that smile on my face,

that I thought I actually had a chance,

To beat you at your own game of lust,

and with your insecurities I would dance.

I took a drink while staring hard,

to see if there was any change in your mind,

Or maybe I was just looking close,

for any form of weakening signs.

There were none that I could find,

you were steady as a rock,

It was though my hand you could see right through,

you laughed as though to mock.

I had but only one draw left to gain,

and I was drawing to an inside straight,

So I closed my eyes and said dealer deal,

for in your deck you hold my fate.

Face down it landed on the dusty top,

and once again our eyes locked together,

I could see the tiny beads of sweat,

as I reached for the card to gather.

Then suddenly a thought entered my head,

that maybe I didn't really want to win,

Maybe it was the competition I longed for,

so I looked up with a sheepish grin.

I folded my hand and pushed it to the center,

and shoved my chair away,

Then I heard you sigh and sneer,

when I said there will come another day.

There was sadness across the face of your intended,

as his eyes focused on the floor,

I paused and wiped his only tear,

then headed for the door.

A silent hush engulfed the crowds,

when the dealer exposed my hand,

A royal straight flush, is what I held,

along with the soul of your man.