Falling Star

She's all the stars in the sky to me, lighting up my darkness, warming up and filling the cold emptiness of my soul. She brings life to otherwise lifeless places, both near and far. But as I write this, I know she's trying not to fall. Her gravity is all that's stopping my endless spiral, but I'd spiral forever to keep her in the sky. Everybody knows a falling star burns up, and I can't let that happen. Losing her would plunge the universe into a dense, cold, darkness that would never end, never let us free. So I don't fall, because I know she'd follow. Even if her life, her love, wouldn't affect the world, I'd still do anything to protect her, because I can't let her burn. I can't let her suffer. She makes up my world, her elements in everything I see, running through my veins, filling my lungs, dancing in my eyes. I love her, I always will. So please don't fall, my love, please don't fall.