In the silken embrace of nebulae, the constellations weep luminescent tears, each droplet a sonnet, a universe unfurling in cosmic epiphany.
Across the stellar tapestry, fragments of your soul whisper, hair-thin tendrils of thought caressing my being, tracing patterns unseen.
Between stars uncharted, our love dances, a spectral ballet, moving to the rhythm of timeless hearts, daring the void, speaking the language of supernovae and stardust.
You are a rare comet, streaking the eternity with vibrant whispers, and I, your humble satellite, orbiting in telepathic longing.