A Single Strike of Love

We met as children where the bowling lights glowed. You were silly and fearless,

I was quiet, staying low. You bowled backward just to make me laugh that

night. And somehow one silly strike lit something new inside.

Week after week, our friendship started to grow. Feelings slowly formed I didn't know

how to show. Then life moved me away, pulling our worlds apart.

But that single strike stayed burning in my heart. Through every laugh and every fall.

We found a way to grow through it all. We learned that love was just

another name. For being there, for holding tight. Through every age