The pawn opens the game
It snippy snips the tail
Of the lobster at the bottom of the sea
Beside the water snail.
The next pawn checks his watch
It’s nearly half past five
The anemone waves the tentacles
Through the fields of chive.
The next pawn picks a daffodil
Growing in the boat
The starfish isn’t rattled
It’s sitting on a float.
He sees her, he wants her, but cannot grasp
The enormity of love a heart can clasp
His needs come first and he leaves her in flight
No sacrifice can be had tonight.
He is the Passionate Knight of love
But only for the One above
Let him go, there is no root or hint
Of the spring of a shoot.
His passion will drive him and give him wings
As over some other Queen he sings
Passion is all he’s got
His mortal lot…
No mortal power will bend her down
The strength of Queen’s is she
Demands are not her neighbour
Tyranny will flee.
She moves across the kingdom
With dignity and grace
Invading armies tremble
One glimpse of her beautiful face.
Her King enthroned in glory
Protection is her key
She sacrifices all she is
For him endlessly.
