All's fair in love and poetry

Let the games begin

She watches from afar as he shoots for the stars.
She listens to every word he speaks as if she's stuck in a daydream.
She's so in love and stupid enough to chase it, stupid enough to face it.

He looks at her with stars in his eyes,
forgetting the scars, forgetting the lies.
His favorite thing in the world is her smile, and deep down, he knew he would run for miles just to see her face, just to feel a soft embrace.
He's so in love and stupid enough to feel it—stupid enough to seal it.
The things they do for love yet still left wanting more.
Well, I guess all's fair in love and war.

Let the games begin.