he's so fly, with his curly locks
his smooth skin and pure texture
God must've been dreaming of angels when he drew you up.
i could only ask so much as to say "hi",
a brief meeting
until by some cosmic chance we meet again
(it could've only been by some force of astrology that i chanced upon your acquaintance at all)
but till then i still have my interpretation
of what it is rumoured heaven must look like
a picture of perfection imprinted on my memory
until another storm brings you my way
i accept your silent apology for your intrusion.