If life was a Play of Chess,
with you being my Blanche,
I would be your Eleanor.
Why would we live for nothing less
than whispering love
and amore?
If life was a Play of Chess,
we’d live each of these Louis XIV rooks.
Guarded by brave and dodgy knights,
however, loyal and discrete when we undress.
We’d be safe and secure,
every day, all nights.
If life was a Play of Chess,
loyal bishops and an army of pawns
would assist us – every single day.
We’d redefine Royalty, more or less,
By serving the planet and its people with our talents.
Just by being mademoiselles – in every way.
If life was a Play of Chess,
I want you to be my Blanche
so I could be your Eleanor
We’d live for the benefit of all people, nothing less
with whispering love
and amore.
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Excellent poem about Chess Play. I play chess too, but this is so fantastic, please keep creating poems, Though belated, but A Belated Welcome to the new HomePage of PH. God's Blessings!