Its blissful, for a moment I found eternal love on a cloudy romantic night sky. I wish you could be with me. Really. If you had stepped with me on the terrace of my home. I would have just shown you the coolest most pleasant breeze. It seemed to answer every timidest question meandering on my unsettled mind. The cigarette seemed the sweetest, lamplights torched the wet streets and I thought I saw the dreams of the sleeping colony collecting to a misty eyed cloud. I heard the music of a thousand tiny drops of rainwater dripping from the moistened leaves, while the words filled in my mind. I felt I saw solitude meeting her only friend in the most secretive fashion, in the darkest corner of the horizon. I felt I knew what it was meant to be; what it felt to be from being quiet for a very long time, to know how different a laughter of happiness could be strange and not perturbing. What a lovely evening this is, I wish you were there while I felt the oldest romance escaping the room where a lonely ray of morning hides.