this is my first poem that i write, tell me what you think. The king of hearts so strong but yet so weak, next to the queen of hearts he stands together they become one when he takes her by the hand his fear is no more dangerous game this shall be The queen of hearts has a past she can't forsake only time will tell but when all the cards are left behind only the king of hearts will stand Aldo romano
good poem, Aldo, although it ends with a rather desolate image. gylany, not patriarchy, the path for the present and future.