Down this slope, no end in sight
Swerving left then bending right
Sometimes misty, sometimes clear
Snowflakes kiss me as they flit near
Warmed by nigh reckless flight
Chilled by fresh winter’s bite
Gliding down, free yet bound
Never knowing what will be found
Wild success or vast disaster
Naught to do but go ever faster
Speeding through without a clue
Falling, hopefully — hopelessly — into you.

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