I was coaching my team,
She was coaching the other
team, and I loved her, so
I crossed the field, told her
how to work her players so she
could beat my team, as I knew my
weaknesses, and she beat us, and I
still loved her, still today, always.
Her merciless, innocent smile
still kneads my heart.
#1 by Millie Ho on November 11, 2013 - 9:15 pm
Good stuff, Carl. Love is freely giving the loved one a sword to pierce you.
#2 by Carl on December 2, 2013 - 2:19 pm
Thank you for your comment, Millie. You’re very kind. Sorry for my delay in replying. I’ve been dormant.
#3 by Millie Ho on December 2, 2013 - 2:48 pm
No worries, Carl. Glad you’re back!
#4 by Trent Lewin on November 11, 2013 - 10:40 pm
That is excellent. Just excellent.
#5 by Carl on December 2, 2013 - 2:19 pm
Thank you, Trent. You are very kind to comment. I appreciate it.
#6 by clinock on November 13, 2013 - 3:23 am
couldn’t say it better than Millie – good one Carl…
#7 by Carl on December 2, 2013 - 2:20 pm
Thank you for your comment, John. I appreciate your kindness.
#8 by joanna on November 13, 2013 - 10:55 am
this poem just made me smile– a gift. thank you.
#9 by Carl D'Agostino on November 13, 2013 - 7:53 pm
Women know how to castrate you physically and mentally so don’t just hand them your balls. Small wonder she has that “merciless, innocent smile. “
#10 by Carl on December 2, 2013 - 2:21 pm
Carl, where was your coaching years ago?
#11 by Michele Seminara on November 14, 2013 - 5:46 am
Now that’s devotion for you! Lovely poem Carl.
#12 by Carl on December 2, 2013 - 2:21 pm
Thank you, Michele. I appreciate your comment.
#13 by Jamie Dedes on November 17, 2013 - 11:30 pm
You generous heart is showing, Carl. 🙂
#14 by Carl on December 2, 2013 - 2:22 pm
Thank you, Jamie. I appreciate your comment.