When I Met Him

Oh, who says the darkness is not beautiful?
For my eyes have been laid upon the sight
of a pale face with evergreen eyes,
standing tall and proud amidst the midnight skies.
It is for then that I discovered how my heart
can throb for someone I have never met.
How in that instant, I can say
I have found love.

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