Once the air freshener's up,
And my mind's come up with all the clues,
You'll be the one I choose to cup
The living beauty's heaving hues.

Just make sure to rush a bit -
We wouldn't want you coming late.
Spilt glowing heaven's sure to fit
Your outstretched hand, at any rate.

Don't mind the voicing passerby
Or creaking doors that glide away,
The sweet appointments left to try
Won't hinder your fate, come what may.

Though you may want to stall to write
A better ending for the world
You needn't try present a fight
To a story that's been long unfurled.