MY Shooting Star

In the endless sky above, I found you passing by, High above a starry night you gave to me the same interested stare I gave to you and when it all went dark and it seemed as all life's existing darkness yearned to quench you, you somehow stayed blossoming beautifully with your luminous speck of light. And although the distance seemed impossible, a connection to the heart was all it needed to compromise our existence and love. Time is relative but irrelevant as distance is only significant to measurement but trivial and weak to the comparison of an infinite measurement such as love. So from high above to down below you gracefully paralyzed me with your magnificent view, gorgeously dripping light onto me and as I watched you and felt you, the endless love endured streamed tears off my eyes. Tranquility was at its best and love was right beside me as you were too. And just like that it was said to be, for every star is a dream caught between fantasy and reality; for every shooting star is a falling dream being made into a reality and within a star you fell onto me and became, My Shooting Star.