I move my piece.
You move yours.
Our eyes meet
And for a moment
The game's forgot.
I saw you.
You saw me.
With a smile and a blush
Winning was unimportant.
The game was over
And life began.
Well composed piece.....love/life...can be a game...it's only when we run out of moves...is it really check-mate.............great write 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow then who won? soooooooooo romantic lovely poem -10 anjali