Check Mate
Check Mate
By Rick Rucker
Were it not for the most curious turn of Fate,
I would never have met The One, that will be my mate!
The chances were, actually, two hundred to one!
Sorting through them, I had but begun,
When seeing her, I merely froze,
She thrilled me to my toes!
Beauty, brains, and a practical sense,
The perfect foil for a man so awfully dense!
Also, she was born in Europe,
With which, I am as conversant as a Western stirrup!
If you tried to find a less likely pair,
You could not find one anywhere!
Which, of course, goes to show,
That you really never know,
Like chess pieces, moved from Above,
We were intended to fall in Love!
As the hour is quite late,
Forgive me, I am going to go check my Mate!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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