A choice was made in heat of moment,
Thought innocent for sure.
No planning done beforehand,
Was wisdom in need of cure?
As would happen, mistake was made,
Chance swiftly played part,
What started as childish prank
Resulted with broken heart.
Be not fool to think it wrong,
But prankster took a chance,
Keen for thrill, no thought of others,
Did do the Devil’s dance.
Now scars prevail where love once reigned,
Mementos of what could have been.
For had choice been wise, instead of rash,
Perhaps none would have waded in.
Now fools have lost, their value decayed,
Love’s promises vanished like summer snow.
To challenge the fates in search of pleasure,
Brought sweet justice in Karma’s fatal blow.