You made the first move with your pawn, I responded with the same.
Your knights came closer to my queen, I sent bishops to shield her.
You were set to conquer with your rooks – straight forward.
I tried to slow down your pace, opposed your piece face-to-face.
You made me think I’m winning by exposing your king.
I was caught off guard, you declared: checkmate.
Two more steps, I almost got the game.
But you got me to love you first –
my defeat, or are you my prize for losing?