Who Am I?

A guy,

No lie,

But so much more than that.

A soul,

With holes,

Who still steps up to bat.

 

My heart swings when I speak.

Strike true,

Strike out,

I’ll swing till I find she I seek.

 

Till down on one knee,

Till I run to home plate,

I’ll strike and strike again,

Knowing not how or when.

 

I’m a guy, no lie,

But so much more than that.

I’m an unwhole soul,

Who still steps up to bat.

The End

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