My little Love, do you remember,
Ere we grew so sadly wise,
When you and I played chess together
Checkmated by each other's eyes?
strange, Kim, prohibition was always the invitation to lovers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am glad you shared both this poem from an Early English valentine circa 1910 and the tidbit about chess being the only game allowed to be played between lovers without a chaperon in attendance. I enjoy such tidbits and sometimes greeting card poetry is really extraordinarily well written