Few months back, I played and lost against a woman, in the game of chess. A Poem I wrote afterwards, directed towards her.
First Time
It is the first time,
We faced on the field,
But before the starting time,
I was out of the field.
During the start,
Our hands made contact,
My brain failed to start,
My heart needs your contact.
I had an advantage in the middle,
But I didn't capitalize on it,
I glimpsed the curves in the middle,
I lost my concentration on it.
In the end,
You beat the mind of mine,
Till the end,
Will you be mine?
Signing Off, Randy Alstone!
Stay Alstoned!
