A gambler I shall ever be
Wagering this gift given to me
Oh how I sometimes curse the day
That these lips did say
I dare to sit at your table
For you have given me a debtors label.
Others speak of your beauty and power
Growing in splendour hour by hour
Is it just your callous delight
To show me only your dreadful spite?
Yet the fire burns in me still
Beware, for you’ll soon bend to my will.
The predator must hunt and kill the prey
As the weak for the strong make way.
You and me shall never lovers be.
I do swear, I will break thee.
Lesley-Anne Alison, Israel