What was born in the fog of that day,
nobody saw, nobody heard.
But in that moment,
the moment of the first spell of light,
it grew.
The mere existence of it
defied everything he'd ever believed in.
And she who believed in nothing
could no longer.
And the feeling, it grew
and grew
and grew
and grew until
it became so strong
that they had to give it a name.
And they called it love.
