The Beautiful Game Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It is ignited by a passion beyond reproach
Fueled by the chemical mysteries of the heart
The beautiful game of love is a wild fire
A spark is enough to set it ablaze
Feeding on the ferocious winds of emotions
The love fire consumes the heart
Blindfolding the logical mind
With its mystical forces
Fair play is the order of the day

The beautiful game has a vulnerable side
It is affected by changes in the emotional wind,
The rough tackles of the opponent
And most important, time
The beautiful game is able to withstand stress
Passing through difficult challenges
And surpassing all expectation
Culminating in a win – the wedding day

The beautiful game is sometimes cursed from the start
The fire burns only for days and maybe months
And then the chemical wells of the heart dry up
Leaving behind cracking dry mud
And some love ashes
The love game takes a brutal blow
Sometimes even a technical knockout
And the fire is distinguished
The game is over

The beautiful game has a dark side
Brutal tackles produce black eyes
And sometimes a redcard is given
The heart break can be immense
Multiplied by the humiliation
The love game turns nasty
The fractured heart is unforgiving
Mercilessly brutal
Leading to breakups
Or even bitter divorces
And sometimes the ultimate price is paid
“Passion killing”