Chance out of 52

Love is like a pack of cards.
You go in blind, never knowing the outcome of your hand.
But everyone strives for just that one card.
The one card that is said to be the representative of love.
The one card that fills anyone with adoration.
The one card that will make you happy.
The one, Queen of hearts.

Some find her. Some don't.
Some think they have,
Some never will.
Some run into poker faces,
Then end up broken hearts.
Some will get the royal flush.

I placed my hand into the pack,
and pulled out my symbolic card.
I didn't intend to get the Queen.
I didn't give myself false hope.
I didn't rejoice when I received my card
Nor did I weep.
All I did was look into your eyes
And know you were the one.
My one,
My eight of clubs.