I heard all your whispers of love and passion, in the fascinating schemes, made by lyrics of songs . In the amalgam of shadows and lights on sifting, I found myself apologizing for no certain reason, in front of people I've never met or heard about. Too enthusiastic, my faith in love has manifested as if it were touched by the gentleness of a violin set in your corner, making me seem atypical, as if I was willing for your dreams to get wasted instead of being protected, to not being stolen or by virtue, you to see me in the crown, willy-nilly, classified. Saying these, I hope you'll accept any act of mine, this coup de foudre between me and you, bywords chic, inclined to dance, monkey to look alike, in this absolute transition of my love to your nest, – alien.