Chess

how hard can four words be,
when they redefine your world?
you can even make it three,
if you push yourself, i'm sure.

so why the stagnancy, why the wait?
is there some magical month,
or some magical date,
that will set us free for life?

i don't want to be the devil,
whose heart no person can soothe.
but all my pieces have been played,
"Check" - it's your move.

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Interesting little note about this poem: I rarely, if ever, use bold for emphasis. Must be something important.