First Time

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!