Happiness is mad at me

Happiness is mad at me

Love is a great joy that ends in sorrow
It marks a game where we do not know how to lose.
Suddenly,  fate put love on the table
In this game of love, someone always has to suffer
I bet all on both, without thinking about losing you
My heart was just you ...
I bet all on the two in a moment of passion ...
I believed in an illusion.
There was  a fire that did not want to die out
I feel that love burnt me, but  I kept thinking of you ...
  A game that I did not know how to lose.
Dreams makes me suffer,

But I would do it all over again,

Just to have you back.

WOW! You have written an excellent poem Adri!