"Love is a losing game" or not...

Love is also pain,
but no pain, no gain...
You take the good
with the bad, or should...
When you play the game
it can leave you lame,
but nothing like a dame
by your side, to tame
your darkest fears...
to stop all those tears
you have long cried...
even if you've tried
to hide them, forget
about what you let
run down your face,
leaving a salty trace
where once was a smile...
and all the while
you just keep fighting
for that heightening
where you grow wings,
differently seeing things...
Flying above in the sky
forgetting to sigh...