Checkmate

A game of chess as it may seem
The love we had a game so grim
It started as an unwanted match
As days passed by in faith we clutch
First you released your weakest pawn
In my face a wide grin as if I won
An expression I made now I regret
Too late for me it was your biggest threat
My next move was a damn mistake
It's like I've fallen in this heartless grave
It was a trap modified for me
Now I'm caught how could that be?
At the moment the game's favor is yours
My knights, pawns are trashed even my horse
But boy you forgot my Mighty Queen
The real game let us now begin
The situation now is a lot different
The victory's mine that's apparent
Table's turned the game is over
Clumsy of you I had been there
So next time boy be very careful
Or you'll again end up- CHECKMATE!

This poem was written for an English project during my fourth year in high school. I'm not going to talk about this poem further, but all I can say is...there's not a single day in her life that she wished she never played the game.