Love is like Chess
You may lose or win
What important is
How fair you are in playing.
A lover is the player or the piece itself
White or black, it’s all the same
You have own style of moving in position
Responsible in every action
It is time control
You’re given the chance to show your best turn
Remember it is touch move, you shouldn’t waste
Everything could be ruined by one mistake
Rules, mechanics, strategies and tactics
You all have these
It’s up to you to follow or ignore it
To be clever or careless
In the end, you could be a proud winner or an ashamed loser
You may resign when you’re really hopeless
But the real player never quit, never surrender
The game is not yet over.
I played this game once in my life
Like the Queen who lost his King, It’s Checkmate!
But I still believe in True Love that I have
Because I know next time, I will win in the game of love.
Chris Frando
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-game-of-love/
