Fleeting love

How do you fall in love with a shooting star?

A tail
So blindingly white,
But if you blink,
You miss it.

Here for only a moment,
Only seen by those who are looking for it,
Beauty so exquisite,
Exhibited by a streak in the stars,
A flaming gem for select few to witness, 
A private symphony for all of those who watch to marvel at.

A fallen angel,
A fallen dove,
A fleeting moment,
A fleeting love.