Chess

Veil fall now,
to precipice be gone.
Suspense somehow
leave me alone.

I claim to love
over and above
all previous a thing
and to none do I cling.

To a clear future
No need for suture
as it will be true
and none blue.

Marriage be soon
sing a fine tune,
dance a while
save that smile.

A future untold
in it, be bold
succumb with love
if problems, rise above.

Little there is
in my hypothesis
that will trample you
so, see it through.

I wish you well
over you cast a spell
one of honor pure
head held high and secure.

A poem I owed you
So, here is to
your happiness
In life’s game of chess.