(Verse 1)
Saw you swingin' past the old school court,
Sun was settin', sweat and sky ran short.
You moved like you knew where the silence fell,
And I watched from the fence, caught under your spell.
I had blisters on my hands, dust on my shoes,
But you made every step feel like something new.
Didn't know your name, just the sound of your game—
And how you smiled through every miss just the same.
(Pre-Chorus)
And I stood still,
Heart louder than the gym bell's ring,
Didn't know it yet,
But I was learning how to feel everything.
(Chorus)
I don't know love, not really,
But I know the hush when you're near.
You're a rhythm in my rallies,
A whisper I wait just to hear.
If I gave you my best serve,
Would you meet me mid-air?
Not love yet, but maybe—
Something steady, something rare.
(Verse 2)
Fridays under that old talisay tree,
You'd bring the calm, I'd bring the comedy.
We shared snacks, stories, rain and sky,
And letters we wrote, never asking why.
You said you write things you'll never send,
I said me too—like a game with no end.
And the storm passed quiet, wrapped in your coat,
While I dreamed of poems I'd never quote.
(Pre-Chorus)
And in that hush,
Where no crowd ever cheers,
You became the match
That I'd replay for years.
(Chorus)
I don't know love, not really,
But I know the shape of your still.
You're the clean sound of contact,
When the world finally stands still.
If I gave you a birdie
With words tucked inside,
Would you catch it gently—
Not run, just glide?
(Bridge)
You said, "Depends on your drop shot."
And I smiled like I'd already won.
'Cause a maybe from you
Was brighter than sun.
(Outro)
So I serve not for points, not to win—
But to start.
To rally with you, slow and brave,
From heart to heart.
And maybe, with time,
We'll write the rhythm of two—
Not love yet…
But something true.