King of Hearts


Strategic and cunning
To the eyes behind the card holder
Counting down the looks of confusion
And manipulating his opponents into deception.
Remembering the rules of the game
The only matter of survival
Is bluffing into revival;
Annihilating each player
By dissimulating his pattern
Towards victory.
In the end,
It's really just a game;
No longer committing suspension
To the enemy,
My tension shifted
To the real frontrunner.
And into the midst of my soul
Just like in the game of poker, he mastered
The unthinkable.
Truly to me, he is:

The king of hearts:
His biggest conquer is defeating all odds and
Winning a flush to true love.

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