Internet's definition of love is: 'A strong feeling of affection'. But you and I alone, even when the rain starts to fall, even in the dimmest of days, grasp what love is. Because when our eyes gaze, we become reflections of each other; when I'm not kissing you, I'm missing you. And if ever the hurricane tries to make you the target of opprobrium, I'll be the tornado to whisk you away.
We've been put together by the heavens. I know this because when I'm with you I feel blessed. They say some angels fall and God knows I'm falling with you. We've fallen into place-- a place that we can call ours. Kingdom, realm, empire. It doesn't matter what it is because you'll always be royal. You're the beauty and I'm the beastly beholder. You empower every single alluring entity there is. More divine than a rose, more ethereal than a butterfly. I'm possessed by your existence as you lucify me, by the same token, I'd sacrifice myself until the last cell in my body is corrupt.
Normally stars don't mix with meteors but you chose me and we became one; a shooting star that only we can see. One way or another, our wishes lived, perhaps the shooting star is the mutual feeling that we share. Mighty and enlightening, cryptic and feral, beautiful and pure. After all, that's what our love is.