Every time you look at me
You make me shiver
Not in joy but in pain
Like suicidal impulses
Before the ages of God
Before the invent of clothes
Stars were brighter
We were the happiest
There was no word in between
Nor any sentence to form
Only a touch was enough
To feel each other within
Now the laws and the oaths
Rule the hearts and the minds
Even the bodies are in chains
Like our words in the sentence
July The 17th.