We exit the bar loudly and drunkenly,
and drunk as skunks, drunk in the night,
the night, that you set fire to it,
the night that you set fire to my heart,
and how I am loving every bit, every bit,
and how we smile as we stumble down the street drunkenly,
with you on my arm, and you on mine,
and how easily I was won over by you,
and you were won over by me,
both of us won over by our mutual charms,
and won over by each other’s sense of humour,
and oh, how easily we clicked,
and now, we are as happy as hell,
as we revel in creating new and fresh memories,
as we stumble down the street,
with our lives changed and rearranged by fate,
and oh, what a night, what a revelation,
what an epiphany, to meet you so randomly,
but this night is the best night that could ever be,
with you and me laughing happily,
bouncing off each other so easily,
a well-suited chemistry,
a majesty of intoxication,
and sensation, and glorious beauty,
on the night that you set fire to my heart,
born of the time of a single line,
a single line plucked from my mind,
a single line that made you laugh.
