Crazy rumblings, fire, and wind.
Humble pleadings, silencing rage from within.
In front of the world, you catapult me out,
Over the moon, into some other clouds.
Magical being, type so rare.
A priceless jewel, rain in the Sahara.
Open book, of mystery and thriller,
Formed in Gold, guarded by thunder.
Overtly appealing, nerve-racking to a T.
Magical feelings like Versace on my feet.
Angel-like, summer-like, above all, I kinda like.