Before, there was a bolt from the blue.
Heart would Race, Toes would curl;
As Love courses throughout you...
Losing oneself in an endless swirl.
Lightening doesn't have to strike twice
Can you feel such ecstacy again?
But oh the pleasure, and potential joy
When you realize it's begun to rain!
(Inspired by someone special who's cast a spell on me. You know who you are.)
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