No knight in shining armor
Waltzing a sidestep
Three squares at a time
All your paths are not direct,
Even dancing with the king
No lofty castle; cold as stone
You may change your colors
On a whim, unrestricted by
Angles that bishops prescribe
No man’s pawn
To be pushed aside
Settling for a step or two
Traversing length and breadth
Every hope and dream
In casual ubiquity
You hold all tongues in check
With regal awe
As you capture hearts
No move left to be made
Except into your arms
Love, you are a queen!
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