A player 1 with out a player 2 poem (read below)

I was a player one without a player two
Not knowing whether I should continue
I was down to my last heart
And afraid to press start
To play the same level course
And only to have the same ending of divorce
To be confronted with an OBJECTION!
When I offered them my affection
But with that ending I found something more
that there was always another level to explore
And now what I have for you
Is my last continue!
And this poem, it came the bottom of my heart
So will you please be my P2 and press Start?

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Welp this is my thing for Valentimes day and please share this poem with others (but give credit please!) so that it just might cheer up their day.