Peya Jakob - Missing A King.

You fought the wrong war, and even though you won, the price you paid was insumountable.
I was right all the while, but crumbled when confronted.
Your touch, your warmth, left me black affronted.
Sentiment serves no vain,
your eyes and mine both show pain.
We sent our knights to war, and our pawns played their part,
and i was too blind to see you were falling apart.
Not that it matters, but i changed my mind,
i love you, we can leave the rest behind.

Peya Jakob

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