It was night at her place, and it was day at his place.
Feelings don’t understand time zones or distance.
They only know how to flow, the way breath flows nonstop.

It was night at her place, and it was day at his place.
Oxygen is unseen, yet we feel it from the moment we’re born.
That’s how this bond between us is — unseen to the world,
but only we can feel it, because it was born in us.

It was night at her place, and it was day at his place.
She was on the couch; he was at work.
Her seductive whisper unleashed a sparkling flame.
Though people surrounded him, his body and soul were absent,
for they were present in her soul.

It was night at her place, and it was day at his place.
She said, “Focus on work.” But how could he explain?
His work had already shifted to her feelings.
Her unique voice had powerful arrows
that melted his entire being.

It was night at her place, and it was day at his place.
He thanked the Almighty for this wonderful and powerful gift....