Hello from 1961! Do you remember?
We met that year. You were a fan
Of chess, the members
Of the same club we were. You looked
Alike a king, so great and handsome
Were dressed with white-black shirt nd suit
And in a moment game was ransomed
Because I felt in love with you.
My passions were betrayed, old usurers
They took away my mind, I flew
So far from that chess field. A loser
I set there being mute and blind
Because of feelings. Never mind,
I don't you ask about a revenge
I haven't been playing chess for ages
I just would like to be your queen,
Being off your games, just wearing a ring,
Nor acting on the ring
And I was charmed by you,
Your Majesty,
My King
to my charming enchanted enemy...
© Copyright: Наталья Глубокова, 2021
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