Love Your Way

When her eyes are on me.

She see's me.

When I speak to her.

She hears me.

When I touch her skin.

She feels me.

When I kiss her lips

She tastes me.

When I hold her close.

She smells me.

To Love your way is to be seen, felt, and understood.

Every sense of the word, and every sense of existence.

To take fight to the words alone. To take flight and transcend them.

It cant be quantified.

It can't be rationalised.

And it can't be destroyed.

It means nothing in tennis and everything in Life.

And so its worth dying for.