Struggle struggle no act of a cuddle
I is one, a wish for double
a shooting star reverberates her loving chuckle
a diamond amidst the encompassing rubble
so I pray for the eye fuelled shovel
to uncover the hope, that the message pierces through
this I will always do, even with my muzzled troubles
that over casts this mind with a muddled up puzzle
so
fuddle up this struggle
with arms that turn I, into a couple.