Beautiful pain

Beautiful pain, beautiful pain the magnetic fields of her frame brought him closer and a brim of a beginning as they floated together surrounded by the beauties of pain with a smile of a reflective strive that would eventually become them, no more consumed but are a magnitude that illuminates a true meaning within itself while ebbing through time, the moon and stars are but meaningless to the efforts they seem to want, a limitless spectrum of black dust, being blown off from their steady hands, beautiful pain as she twirls, right fully so, he had sitted in a centred point that allows him to admire the effects of the beautiful pain.