Author Hiroaki Sato When he kicked the ball under a plum tree, a blossom fell, fluttering, and the ball stayed in the sky. Kicking the ball high is what a good player does. How I love my lord in pale blue hakama , as he kicks the ball! My lord is good at playing ball. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments