Double-Crossed

We’ve been double-crossed by the stars,
the dice of fate were lost and weighted,
you were born under a different sky,
I was born too late.
It goes without saying
you can’t be bought
with simple words or deeds,
yet I continue to throw verse
into a vast and unforgiving
terra incognita.

Unfortunate...
Fortunate...

Who can tell?
Just promise me this:

kiss none but he,
and when I’ve flown
and you wake from this blindness,
let no fool, like my own,
ever steal you with their kindness.