Love of the Game

by Molly Elizabeth   Feb 17, 2005


Don't ask him to choose you
your not his true love.
Don't ask for his time,
he hasn't any for you.
It would break your heart
to know of his other.

He's out late,
he's not really "there"
Sorry you can't really blame him,
he doesn't really care.
Sure he likes you,
but it could never be the same,
because he could never choose you
over "the game."

It was the first love
he ever knew
When you were gone,
this love always came through.
No matter what
he'll always go back...
because you can't take the golf club
out of his hands!

*This is dedicated to my best friend Brendan who loves golf, ha ha i told him I'd write him a poem... so here it is! lol ya i know it sucks...

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