Heart Shape Poem by Issac Zheng

Those spades are the weapon of the war,
Not like the clubs as soldier's sword.
You know those diamonds mean money for this art,
But they're not the shape of my heart.

Those unknowns meant to be hallow,
Others are nothing but full of callow.
The scared geometry of chance,
Divergent numbers leads to the dance.

I may lay down the red ten,
I may conceal the ace on my hand.
I may pick a card known as queen,
But I ain't play to win.

Those I've played never be suspect,
Strangers get nothing from my aspect.
Everyone who knows me knows,
Life is but a walking shadow.

I deal the cards to find the answer,
I ain't one of the cajolers,
With many faces and hunt for done,
The mask I wear is one.

When I began to review,
If I told you I loved you,
You'd maybe think there's something wrong,
But you're the one I could fall back on.

Those speak know nothing,
And their life don't mean anything.
I never learn to count the cost,
Because everything but you, are the dots.

I know that spades aren't my ace,
I know that clubs aren't be retrace.
I know that diamond no longer my part,
I know that you changed shape of my heart.