In the quiet corners of your numberless gaze,
where the stars breathe secrets softly,
each heartbeat stitches an invisible lace,
woven from the threads of existence.
Tonight, the moon seduces thoughts outside time,
weavings unfurl, cradling the unbroken symphony,
our whispers sprint along cosmic alleyways,
fingertips tracing the elegant math of space.
Do you listen as galaxies pulse in the fabric of night?
Your laughter—an echo dissipating, yet somehow,
daring to linger like a flame on distant ciphers,
unearthing vessels of promises uncoded.
With every ember of thought, entire worlds dance,
do you not perceive our passion orbiting like celestial bodies?