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.