NEW GAME
200 Words
W. B. Yeats 1965-1939
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost
♟️
"Can you play?"
"Chess? No. I'm still trying to figure it out"
"You want me to teach you?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. What do you think?"
"Oh, yes please"
"Alright...um..."
"Diana. Diana Charles"
"Alright, nice to meet you Diana Charles. This is how we're going to play this game. Instead of teaching you with all the specific terms like a nerd, would you like me to explain it in form of a story?"
"Is that even possible?"
"When it comes to imagination, the impossible becomes normal, and normal unimpossible"
"That sounded so...wow"
"Let's begin. Shall we?"
"Oh yes, yes we shall"
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