Sun beams strike me,
Struck a chord, bursting, at the seams.
Cushions a failing harmony, which,
Strikes tender heartstrings.
Pins fall, awestruck by the bowling ball,
Travelling to, by, and past, the last.
Grovelling by the bay, praying,
For a chance at salvation, redemption.
Some beams strike hard,
Upon the thoughts of you, star struck.
Struck and stuck, striking, strutting,
Stuttering through, a bumbling fool.
Once struck, a lightning bolt carries,
Joules of energy, shocking,
Falling feeling, never-ending.
The bolt of Cupid, striking.
Rumbling, rambling,
Tumbling, fumbling.
Only a fool can deny,
Once struck, struck true.
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