Laws of attraction.
Eye of the Beholder They said that she was beautiful, In a certain light. So by day, she hoarded candles, And lit a few each night, Or stood beneath a street lamp, Half in, half out of sight. She knew it was unlikely, Yet still, she hoped he might Be among the passers-by when the moment was just right. Then by shadow play, or molten wax She'd feast on him that night.