When mirth in your eyes, sparks flew. Colliding like galaxies only to figure out our love lies greater than a billion stars. Although we identify as micro in this creation of life, surrounded by a populated setting, we feel as though our love is like no other. I and his contentious love had families abashed along with strangers appalled but we were incapable of being separate. Our long nights of piercing through their harsh thoughts as though words against us were nonexistent had not foreseen evil discrimination. Nothing except bliss welled upon us that they haven't understood. Void was inside me, if not death, when he had left. Still in love I am as our memories remain inside my heart. For that is the only light buried within this beating ***** of mine.