Soooooo...you want to play hearts.
A "GAME," bursting with infinite parts.

A myriad of your fiery darts
Each and every one of them smarts.

Now, then, and again, from whence it starts,
You make manifest, your honey tarts.

THAT"S FINE...FELINE.

I am extremely grateful.
That I'm not a stupid fly.

Instead I am a panther,
But an amicable friendly guy.

I will not shy, I shall not ebb,
And cringe from the singe, of your, "FLY TRAP," web.

If I were an allured fly...
I'd swoop down, from the sky.

And make my "BOLD," landing...
Just to say, "HI."

But I would deserve, what ever I got?
Would I win the game? Maybe yes. Maybe not.

"HE WHO PICKS A ROSE;
MUST ACCEPT THE THORNS THAT IT BEARS TOO."

In interest of you...I DO. I DO.