TRUE LOVE
For me it held a rather small appeal
The Masters of the Game I must confess
Confused me- why such interest and zeal
One day a lady, dear to me, my Twin
Presented me the challenge of a game
With confidence I thought that I could win
Her notions of success were just the same
The more I played the more I found she won
Eventually I thought why do I always lose
'T would be more fun if when the game was done
I could just once be in the winner's shoes
One day to my delight, I won the game
And now, in love with Chess, I'm not the same
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