chess poem

e4
I cross paths with a chess master,
Who changed my game forever.
By chance, yet fate’s design,
He made me see colors on boards of blacks and whites,
Where his “check” has become the sweetest sound.

Bc4
I have always loved the game
Of rooks and knights, bishops and kings.
But now, I play a different kind,
Where surrender never clings.
The stakes are life, the prize is love,
And in this game without resign,
Like a pawn, I dream to rise,
To be his queen, beneath the skies.

Qf3
To love is like a chess piece set in place—
No turning back, no second guess.
The risks we take for love’s embrace,
And in this game, my heart’s delight,
I wait in quiet for my cherished knight,
The darling of my heart.

Qf7+
I cross paths with a chess master,
A game unplanned I intend on winning,
The move I am willingly risking,
For the game of love everlasting.

Checkmate.

just thought of sharing this poem I made