Mirth

Short black hair of fire,

Covered from the eyes of unwanted desire;

The more the look casts,

The more hiddenness blasts;

This fire is provoking,

Yet there's no need poking;

The eye is destined to wait,

But how soon it gets late.

The virgin snow was deflowered,

The pale-faced fall was jailed,

Footprints were spring's;

Summer smiled.

I said "I am full of endless hopes"

She said "check"

I said "I am full of hopeless ends"

She said "check"

I said "I found you in the end of far"

She said "check"

I said "I knew your heart's door's ajar"

She said "check"

I said "I love you"

She said "check"

I had nothing more to say

She said:

"CHECKMATE"