Just when he thought he had it all mastered.
He was a master in the game play or be played.
He could handle and tame any feeling.
Then he started caring...
What was that voice wondering what would please her?
Where did the sudden empathy come from?
"Oh she would even love this better !"
Then he forgot about the "I" and moved with the "We"
All thrilled that he was by the warmth of these new feelings,
All lifted that he was by these new grown wings.
It didn't even dawn on him that the master had been tricked,
Left exposed with his bare heart beating in her hand,
His feelings no longer his to control,
For the control had been overruled by her.
Only then it occurred to him that the player had fallen in love,
However, as a samurai falling on his sword for his master's honour,
He did so with pride and dignity,
For no matter how dangerous the vulnerability,
He was thankful to the gods to have allowed him to experience Love