Attaining a significant satisfaction
from the whimsical parody of your fleet words
I will refrain from all lesser womanly attractions
assigning my due diligence to whatever
verbose pleasures you may afford.
Dear Lady, loquacious in your speech,
each infectious word you sound now invades my sleep.
Would I be that trifling pawn shunned at your front door
as I steadfastly march elated by our war,
achieving one final step to the ending square
transfigured by the queening light christening your hair
emboldening my kingly pride I rise with rapid breath
capturing all your love in our game of chess.
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