Love they say is a two-way traffic
as with tango, can’t be just one to dance it
What guarantee shall I hold from a man
wooing and asking for my hand?
Nothing you say except to
believe in every word he says
and every deed he does
If life is a gamble; ergo, love is a fumble
then in love, I must be
driven by a loose judgment
like a blindfolded stallion
galloping into the undefined path
takng risks devoid of warranty bliss
Very true!