Love Isn't A Game

Love isn't a game,
But it's given that name.
Yet you play with cunning,
And never stop running.
You always go with speed,
Only sometimes with need.
Some play for the feeling,
Others play by sneaky dealing.
It all begins in exhilaration.
It all ends in exhaustion.
It starts with cheering
And ends in jeering.
But when it's all said and done,
It's just that -- one more thing gone.