You are a hard game to play
You remind me of chess
A heavy mast very hard to redress
So hard to predict always under the stress
It’s hard for me either, but I have to confess
You’re always beside me
In my time of peace or the one of distress
More important reason, for me to love
than the colour your hair and your dress
That’s why I love my life with you
Even if it looks a mess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem