After only a spark: I saw a future in your eyes, after dark I'd derive a dial tone from your afternoon smile, assuming no disguise, I ran my mouth a hundred mile an hour faster than your heart could ever race, even when you felt safe in my embrace whilst being scorned by the highest highs of surmise, jaded cries led by the irony and trite of undetermined but nonnegotiable minds. A truly pleasant surprise encounter.

Have a safe departure, for goodness sake, I'll ride straight home ignoring their many a wave and the sufficient subsequent wake, alone. The lowest lows allow a steady flow of hope that you may follow me home.