Scrabble Love

Scrabble Love
(A Scrabble Poem)




Scrabble is their favorite game.
And so he started with her name.
"Natasha" was first on the board,
Happy with the points that he scored.

Her tiles spelled his occupation,
Which she placed down with elation,
As "Photographer" was his trade.
Contented with the points she made.

She's in his eyes a shining "Star",
Placed on her name in down crossbar,
Bringing a sparkle to her eye,
As she focused on her next try.

She managed the word "Light",
Spurred by the twinkle of the night.
Laid it on the end of his "Job",
As his beating heart starts to throb.

Tenderly touched by the "Magic",
That drove the letters that he'd pick,
He found an available letter "A"
That quickly let him make that play.

Her next move took it to the end,
As both began to comprehend.
They gave the board a parting shove,
When she declared she was in "Love".

It would have been a crying shame,
Had they not started with that game.