The Game

Love is as terrifying as it is beautiful

As fickle as it's fruitful

A lie, a truth, a game of chance

It takes bravery to play it, you know

And everytime a player loses, a piece of them is taken away

Some would call it a suicide mission

The likes of the story of Icarus, a man who loved the sun so much he flew closer to see more of it and died for his adoration

Flying above, falling, then a sudden crash

To find it and to lose, they feel that same way

Do you ever wonder if Icarus regretted it or not?

He was warned, after all.

His father told him the dangers, and yet...

There is a certain beauty and a certain madness in knowing you might be injured and burned, knowing you might sink into the waves while the unfeeling sun never dims its shine for you once, yet daring to fly closer anyway

Just for a peek, just for a look

For the warmth and comfort that may last a moment and not a lifetime

And it takes even more strength to push past the waves and rise your head, again, to try once more, wounded but undeterred

It's a dangerous game indeed, players be warned

And I would tell anyone and everyone not to play it but

I'm afraid the treasure at the end of the dark labyrinth is much too precious for me to do such a cruel thing

Heartbreak is a certainty but whether it is worth a lifetime of good is up to each of you.

Now ready your hearts for battle, brave warriors.

It may take some tries and you will indeed face injury but may we all find our real and true forever suns so we may taste the undescribable victory that is love by their smile alone