In the golden glow of the summer sun,
A boy with a ball, his day full of fun.
Against the wall, he'd toss and catch,
His mind wandering, a future to sketch.
Dreams of what his life may be,
Lost in a ponder, as deep as the sea.
Suddenly, a soft voice, gentle and gay,
“Can I join you; may I play?”
He turns around, his heart aflutter,
A girl stands there, he could but stutter.
“Of course,” he said, passing her the ball,
Their laughter echoing like a joyful call.
Bouncing the ball, from floor to wall,
Each glance exchanged, a silent thrall.
Her sparkling brown eyes, a captivating sight,
No words spoken, yet everything felt right.
A voice in the distance, calling her away,
She turns to the boy, what could he say?
A kiss on his cheek, a smile so sweet,
She runs off, leaving his heart in a beat.
The boy sits alone, his mind a whirl,
The image of the girl, his thoughts unfurl.
A memory engraved, deep in his soul,
A young summer's day, taking its toll.
Years pass by, the boy now a man,
Returning home, as often as he can.
A face in the crowd, a fleeting glance,
A windowed reflection of a lost romance.
Standing by the river, lost in thought,
Pondering summers, and battles fought.
A soft voice in the wind, a familiar play,
He turns around, his heart in disarray.
There she stands, his friend from the past,
Their hearts reconnect, beating fast.
An embrace, a kiss, a love so pure,
Their summer's day, forever to endure.
And so, they say, the rest is history,
A tale of love, wrapped in mystery.
A boy, a girl, a ball, a wall,
A summer's day, they'd forever recall.