I never disregarded our encounter last night.
Your grip owned all my sentiments, and my pulse belonged to your veins.
Nothing is similar to yesterday's recollections, well, maybe the reveries of today.
You entered barefoot and untroubled to my house.
I raise my eyebrows questioning, but I never asked, you felt like home.
Yes, my love, I understand. It is my heart after all.
We grew a nation of sentiments, and we owned an army of lovers and fanatics.