My 1st Love

It’s a beautiful game,

She walks up and down the court with me.

Never judging, emotionally, but stands beside me as we walk up and down slow, then a quick jab as we both explode.

A beautiful partnership

We seek the go, pick and roll, the fade is a step back and the spin is slow.

Watch as she guides and I follow through.

The breeze and sweat, the tears that’s are shared, the anger, frustration that we both must bare.

Taken on gracefully, as she soars as I watch with squared up to the basket with an arc.

Strategic yet elegant smooth and subtle but as soon as we get that one move, crossover and fade away.

She’s my damsel but not in distress, she’s given me peace of mind

For that, I am blessed.

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