Rock, Paper, Scissors. A guessing game of chance, some hearts choose play. Trying to figure out, what kind of love will be revealed? Hearts not yet knowing, true love will forever be a choice. Some hearts, think love’s all about what’s on the paper. Only to pick the Scissors, to see that treasuring a piece of Paper. Becomes truly meaningless, when the love’s now in pieces. Love, meant to be the glue, to help keep a heart. When life seems, likened to paper-mache. Love is the Rock, that will always be there. For a heart to lean on, with an anchored trust. When the storms of life, comes trying to get your heart twisted. The love, turning into a hurricane. Hearts caught up, the love not deeply rooted. Not anchored, by a Rock… Solid commitment. To not let the love just be, words on a Paper. But, a love forever, written permanently on the heart. So, the Scissors will no longer be able. To cut so deep, leaving the wrong lasting impression. In games, there will always be a loser. When love becomes, playing the guessing game. Hearts win, when the choice becomes, choosing a love deeply felt!