In the grand chessboard of life, my love,
We move through shadows, piece by piece,
Your heart, my king, in peril’s sweet dance,
Each calculated step a whispered plea.
Pawns of time advance, bold and brave,
Knights leap into the fray of fleeting days,
But with every risk, I stake my soul,
To capture you, my queen, in passion’s haze.
The board may twist with tricks of fate,
Bishops of doubt may block our path,
Yet in your gaze, I find my strategy sound,
A game where losing means eternal laugh.
And when the final move draws near,
Checkmate in the warmth of your embrace,
Our hearts entwined, victorious and clear,
In this endless play, I’ve found my place.