World was rushing on either side ,
but time thawed on our bike ,
because ,
we were on our first and last ride .
The perfect ride .

Silver moon large and low , shone brightly amidst 
millions of stars like a ball of snow .
Showers of silver light decorated the road,
as we rode on the forlorn road .
The man with humble heart rode the bike ,
and I flung my hair open loose , to let it fly,
in the night sky with the wind getting wild .
The wild wind kissed his cheeks , 
and hushed that he has fallen for me deeply ,
and wanted me to hold him tightly.
I was the girl with pride ,
and was not going to hold him tight ,
the gulf of hidden feelings parted us ,
as we rode the crest and trough of the forlorn road .
He has fallen deep in the ocean of my love ,
But I was the one who flowed like the ocean ,
and the one who stopped for no one.
I knew like every beautiful thing our ride too would come to an end ,
and I just wanted to enjoy this beautiful end .
Because 

We were on our first and last ride .
The world was rushing on either side ,
but time thawed on our bike ,
because ,
we were on our first and last ride .
The perfect ride .