A short, romantic poem.

I have always loved the game of chess.

But, since I met you, my game has been a mess.

Sure, I never found myself on a winning spree

But, it was never so easy to defeat me.

I guess it’s just habit; it’s hard to keep my king upright and clean

When I would much rather be doing everything to protect my queen.

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