Hovering in the air, I move above,
Devoid of emotions, bereft of love.
Then, she fell upon my sight,
I was drawn, a moth to light.
A tornado of emotions swirl inside,
She looks above, our eyes collide.
Suddenly, I am falling,
All I hear is a strange calling.
She is the gravity, pulling me down,
I am filled with love and I am not alone!
There she is, my beacon of light,
The silver beauty, burning the night!
A/N: I know, I am a crazy lunatic (pun intended :p) for writing this! So, this piece was inspired by the famous love at first sight of Jacob Black (twilight haters bear with me ;) )! The narrator/speaker is an object falling towards the moon.
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Wings Of Light
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