A paper plane is so beautiful when it's on the air,
Dancing carelessly, quivering, yet with so much calmness,
Such a tiny fleck of time, but the joy to see it glide, hoisting emotions to harness,
A sudden fretting land, an end to the bliss, undenied fate of the paper plane.
My love was also flying, wobbling gently towards the Azure above,
Fated alike the paper plane, a moment bound to end,
She had folded me with love, but my wings were so clutched,
All the delectation, sure bound to, an end so near,
The paper plan was so beautiful, when it was on the air.
