The Defination of Love
My life was the night sky.It was dark, except for a few stars.Those stars were points of reason.Then suddnely, you shot across my sky, like a meator.And the sky was bright full of brillancy, beautiful, and reasons to live.But then, you left, and the meator was gone.My sky had gone black.No stars, and no reason to live.You're the reason I live and I love you and will always love you.I'll love you no matter how much miles are between us, and I'll live even if you don't know.
poem by Isabella Swan
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