Wayne Orr

Oh, my beloved, on this vast chessboard of life’s relentless storm,
Where every shadow whispers fears and every dawn ignites my soul,
Your heart, my fragile king, trembles in the thrill of our endless game,
And I, your devoted player, risk it all, my pulse a thunderous drum.

Pawns march forward like echoes of our shared dreams, bold yet afraid,
Knights charge through the chaos, their leaps mirroring my wild desire,
Each move a symphony of agony and ecstasy, my breath caught in the fight,
For in your eyes, I see the stars—oh, how my heart aches with fiery fire!

Bishops of doubt cast their shadows, threatening to shatter our fragile bond,
Yet I press on, through tears and triumphs, my soul laid bare in your defense,
The board quakes with the weight of our unspoken vows, a tempest of emotion,
Where every loss stings like a wound, but your touch heals in sweet recompense.

And as the game crescendos to its breathless peak, our hearts entwined at last,
Checkmate in the cradle of your arms, where love’s eternal light prevails,
No victory sweeter than this surrender, no defeat more divine than our past,
In this dance of destiny, I’ve found forever—my everything, my grail.