Shell Game
Now you see it . . .She stands before youSo sincereHer heart is on displayCradled in her outstretched handsHeld so tenderly You melt to see her standing thereYou want so to believeAnd to accept her offeringYour hands begin to reach And as you do she pulls awaySaying "you must play the game"And takes you to a tableWhere sit three shells, all the same She sets one shell atop her heartAnd shuffles them aboutAnd under which shell her heart liesY...