Giving up the Good Game

I’d give this all up just for you
The racquet, the ball, the surface blue
The breaking serves, the unsteady returns
I’d let them go for what my heart yearns
For you, I’d concede the sport
The placid perfection of the tennis court
I’d forget the way my swing makes sense
Because you’d replace that easy essence
I’d walk outside the lines, leave behind
Every net and every shot you call to mind
To be with you, I’d sacrifice, I’d yield
The scorebook would remain sealed
There would be no match point chance
No double fault, double take or second chance
I’d give up the good in the game
If somehow I knew you’d do the same

Parting Points: "Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go"
-Hermann Hesse