she served him up a fair-served shot
which he returned with speed, a lot

and back-n-forth they balled and turned
but never did a point they earn

the match was always love to love
no clear advantage for either thereof

he said she was fifteen to his game
she maintained she was 30 just the same

and that his love would always be for nil
and that their games must continue until

she lobbed a shot right over his head
he said no way, she'd be the loser instead

so on into the day they volleyed the points
their court was covered, no judge to appoint

a delicate push right to her net
she'd dash to return his balls and get

another chance to keep the point in play
and continue their game on into the day

when nighttime came and they sat down to rest
they still couldn't agree on who was the best

but finally agreed they could amicably assume
they both were equals and went to their room

to end their love match alone in their bed
make love not a score, but their passion instead

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-14