Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night.
Very dark, but there were the stars -- points of life and reason.
Then you shot across my sky like a meteor.
Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy,
there was beauty. When you were gone,
when the meteor had fallen over the horizon,
everything went black. Nothing had changed,
but my eyes were blinded by the light.
And there was no more reason for anything.
