Diane Hine - Gambol (a ghazal) lyrics

Received and given, preening doves in courtship sway, they play for love. Children bouncing balls off walls, a ricochet they play for love. Sculptors stories live in folds of molded clay they play for love. Gamblers stake to make or break in rash parley they play for love. Newlyweds on feather beds in hideaways, they play for love. Chiropractors whack the cracks on vertebrae they play for love. Glissandi slip from fingertips, a strummed segue they play for love. Scrabble rivals settle scores in worded fray they play for love. Shady names inflame with games in sobriquet, they play for love. Players love and lovers play I love to play, I play for love.