Randomness is a rhyme of loves vibration. 
A singular beat is monotonous,
Stagnation of verses that repeat becoming 
bad tempos. 

Loves an unpredictable rhyme that changes
upon occasions, keeping the tempo swaying 
like the randomness of a hearts echoed beat.

Love Is A Random Tempo

Checkmate was the moves that followed me, 
Each was noted as if known before I had stepped, 
Frustration gained pace upon my fragile self. 
Motion seemed stagnant and still,
My life was a dismal stalemate of defeat.