fernandothepickleman's definitions

Isabell

At first, just another face in the crowd,

mid, I said, nothing to be proud.

But weeks went by, and something grew,

a voice, a smile, a gaze so true.

On pickleball courts, the world felt small,

her laugh the reason I played at all.

Brown eyes steady, calm and deep,

a secret I knew I’d always keep.

Different classes, worlds apart,

yet she carved a place inside my heart.

I may never reach, may never hold,

but her memory shines, quiet and bold.

Not beauty alone, not looks defined,

but the way she lingers in my mind.

A fleeting crush, perhaps to fade,

yet in my story, she’ll always stay.

Even though the party was crowded, she stood out as the true isabell of the night

by fernandothepickleman November 29, 2025