Heads and tails

You hold me at your finger tips
And toss me like a penny
Flipping between the heads and the tails
Oh my poor destiny!
You’re either unaware
Or you just don’t care
If the penny is copper or gold
Alas! If you’d ever passionately behold.
Love is not a dilemma
That probability could resolve
It’s a prose, a poem
That blossoms if you let it evolve!
When you peel off the fear
And embrace the truth, my dear
The thrill lies not in the outcome
But in the moments during the flight.

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