Bishops may pray while rooks withstand
Forces of the knights and swords of pawns
But I am blessed to stand beside
Your enthral grace in sands of time.
Against tides and odds, it would take
The love we share, as queen and king
To survive all that comes our way,
If this life; is, a game of chess….
You are my choice, nothing or less
And nothing more, just you my love;
Through thick and thin, checkmates and stalls
The sun will shine right on our moon.
And as the queen on my chessboard
Should these small pawns reach finish lines
I wouldn’t crown or make them queens
For you are all I need on board.