DILEMMA

Dilemma
I.
Her tears is flooding me off my feet
as they weakly roll on her innocent face
from the lights on her head
to the mouth I dined
like quenching the thirst of this cry.
.
she's been a diamond coated by an ugly shawl
that a carefree gamester weaved on her
hoped to be melt, still, into gemstone
but I keep throwing my hands out for the dice.
I tried million times to love off the tears
but I just can't do a single right.
instead a punter is there gaming the next ruse
the devil christing on the cross.
II.
and here this with her perfect kind
so attractive like God took years pottering her
gave all too like I'm named a Mr. Right
but i took her faith for a tricky pace
and now my heart hunts me with a spade
conscience drags me, I lost my card
still a heart hasn't gone off the throttle.
its like I cheat the game, I lost my pride.
III.
and there that saint devil, perfectly
taking a pound of my heart without a blood
someone in me said she's Karma
but to a caught mind she is a goddess
so trapped that I lost my bet
a gamer has won too my heart!
no I did, we both think we do.
scared I should trek my way home
perhaps, some will find the prodigal son
.
Worst,
this player, I haven't met
she won here on Zuckerberg's net