Passion works, in mysterious light.
And long, drawn out are some days.
Compositions are lonely unmasked.
Chess lost her face without one gambit.
Opening and closing more than a game.
Passion works, too counsel true motive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true! Passion is what drives our engine, well some of our engines, some run on chip oil! lol A most enjoyable read. Smiling at you from sunny Cornwall Tai