Rushing on a diagonal plane, Frowning faces, Wiping windshields all in vain.

You fly down, A flipped balloon, Such voluminous sound, One might as well swoon.

How you are loved, Abuser of mine, You strike, I am clubbed, Your beauty, divine.

The one I find glorious, We meet upon the street, It’s all a euphoria, Your time here, so fleet.

A passing musky scent, Always tells you’ve went, In bliss, Shall I sigh.

Ever after, heaven’s cry.