Across from me, you sit
in contemplation of your next move,
just as I sit here contemplating you.
Your sandy brown hair glistens in the light,
and your eyes brighten in realization.
You move your rook,
"Checkmate," you tell me grinning.
Illogical that you could beat me,
beat me at my best game.
Just as it is illogical that I love you,
even though you won me long ago.
A/N: I don't own Star Trek or anything related to it. I wrote this because my friend needed a poem for a class, and I had to write one for my favorite pairing. I hope you enjoyed.