He knows her first name.
As they play.
The game of bounded intimacy
She does withhold
What some call her soul.
For in this bounded game
Of golden intimacy
A girl’s family name
Is not for He.
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K Morris - Poet 
The game of love is not always the game of life. 😉 Have a lovely weekend, Kevin!
You are right, Michael. You to, have a lovely weekend. It is pleasantly sunny here in the UK. Kevin
Enjoy it, Kevin! Thank you!
Thank you, Michael. I certainly will. Kevin
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A lovely poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. Kevin
Lovely, Kevin. Yes, it’s a nice day. Now we can entertain outdoors, we’ve entertained our neighbours in our sunny garden. Have a good weekend.
I’m delighted you like my poem, Vivienne. And I am pleased that you have been able to entertain your neighbours in your sunny garden. I met some friends yesterday evening and we sat outside a local pub. Although the temperature was freezing, it was good to catch up with friends and to enjoy a few pints together. Today I enjoyed a coffee with a friend in a park, which was very pleasant. You to, have a good weekend. Kevin