A great sportsman was he,
before losing Marie.
She left him one night
cheerless and melancholy,
yet Marie is all he can see,
skill & endurance is history.
Kung Fu and Karate
were once his priority,
but a novice he seems
speaking athletically;
because all night and day
he pines for Marie.
High hopes of world fame
he cannot sustain...mind
over body causing the pain.
Mentally dull, weak physically
all because of the loss
of his dearest Marie.
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