The world is full of games.
Fun games.
Mean games.
Silly games.
Love games.
The world is full of games.
She loves me, she loves me not.
A little Springtime game
Into which goes so much heart.
You take a flower,
Then think of a girl.
You pluck out the petals,
One, and she loves you,
Two, and she doesn't.
Three, she does again,
Four, she breaks your heart.
What a dreadful game to play.
Yet over and over
We tease our hearts.
The world is full of games.
Fun games.
Mean games.
Silly games.
Love games.
The world is full of games.
Kristin Tone
3-22-99
