More Than A Game

I met this girl when I was still young.
We grew up playing in my front yard.
She taught me how to tie my laces around my shoe tongue.
We were so carefree before life got hard.

Then I got older and life got serious.
My love for her grew stronger and I gained more experience.
She always brought me happiness, when nothing else could.
She kept me away from the things in life that do more harm than good.

Other men tried to take her.
But she will always be mine.
I even took her outside in the summer time.
She took a lot of work but we always had fun.
And that same summer, under that same sun.
I realized what I wanted us to become.
So I told her I would never leave her. I'll never run.
And until the day comes.
When we can no longer play.
I'll still love her, until my dying day.
I promised her that she'll always be in my life, from winter to fall.
This is more than a game.
It's my love for basketball.

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