At first sight

Eruptions, explosions, stars dying emitting their luminous lights that exasperate us.

Out of that star you fell to me.

Scorching from that failing atmosphere, you woke me.

I promise you blanket me in this sweet errie warmth.

Something unknown, unexplored, and untouched in some sense...

And I know You belong to me. 

Not I you, but you to me.

You, a beautiful remnant from an extinguished star.

My new beginning.

This poem is about: 
Me

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