Thunderstruck (Acrostic poem)

Thinking I might be immune
Hurtled a bolt that all consumed
Unaware, naive was I
Now knowing, deep its impact lies
Detonation as the Nordic Gods perform
Earth shattering, apart my heart was torn
Reverberations shook my core
Senses blown with sweet amour
Turbulence, with fellings bloomed
Romance new, could soon ballon
Uplifted by this wonderous effect
Conact by passions sudden swept
Kismet