Definitions by fernandothepickleman
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.
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.
Isabell by fernandothepickleman November 29, 2025