Love Poem: MY HEART IS BLACKOUT

MY HEART IS BLACKOUT

My heart lost its fire  
Just when I tried harder.  
I had hoped for a gain  
By giving all I've got.  

But love despises gambling
The hand I was dealt  
Was blank yet too optimistic—  
Winning was not too realistic.  

I pushed all in the pot  
Deceived by veils and blinds.  
But love is not a game of chance—  
It demands fortune and skill combined.  

With this blackout now, I see  
I should learn to fold and hold.  
Love is not for the bold  
But for those with hearts turned cold.