In the velvet silence of night, stars speak in tongues of fire and frost.
Wrapped around your voice, an echo travels the cosmos—
luminous and detached, a bridge spanning galaxies.
The radio crackles, love letters from the void:
A1: "Find me where shadows breathe."
B2: "I drift, I long, like a comet's trail."
Do you hear the pulse of the universe,
the heartbeat threading through quasars,
binding your dreams to mine across the astral plane?
When the moon weeps light upon the sea,
I whisper to the stars: your name, my secret wish.
And in the silence of space, the balance of love is found.