Love is a falling star...
Desire playfully wrapped and disguised in the form of a wish.
A moment of ecstasy like finding that secret spot that is ticklish.
Found only in the dark of night, yet quickly vanishes from sight.
And not being what it seems, but still the base of many dreams.
Passion that does not speak leaving chance at hope seemingly so bleak.
Forgotten feelings left behind, priceless pieces cherished until the end of time.
Fading rapidly, and vanishing perfectly from sight so effortless,
unconscious silence leaving in the sky even more emptiness.
Missing pieces from the past, memories that will come to pass.
Love is a falling star best admired from afar.
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