Falling slowly,
For the glimpse of her eyes, that takes me to divine,
In this inevitable world, those eyes showing me path and how to shine.

Falling slowly,
For the touch of her hands, about which the God told,
In this crowd of unknown people, those hands are making me bold.

Falling slowly,
For the pink colour of her lips, that melts my heart,
In this universe of meaningless words, she comes from a place of art.