One move at a time
I’ll let this pass by
Ever so sweet and slow
Ever so bitter and fast
Every move
Brings this round
One step closer to the end
I quietly debate
As this is the hardest game
I’ve yet to play
The slightest wrong move
Could mean my demise
The end of my time with you
In this ever restless game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem