Angry at the end

Love me, lov,
You were angry with me ,I was much too bright
You taught me to play chess, then felt regret
The man must be the one who knows the rites

I didn’t know you minded my insight
When I won the game, you were upset
You were angry;I did not know I was too bright

I think you loved my body in the night
You loved my golden hair both dry and wet
The man must be the one who knows the rites

At least you did not scratch nor did you bite
I am weeping, I just found that old chess set
You were dying but I managed all the rites

Love me, love me, someone hold me tight
I am crying for his touch, my face is wet
The man might be the one who must depart

I shall live my future in your debt
You gave me all you had with no regret
You were angry, for an hour, then you were calm
As God came down and wrapped you in his arms