In realms where stars blush and the moon pirouettes, a couple struggles with their destiny. Upon the precipice of a cosmic cliff, they clutch to each other tightly, whispering sonnets and puns simultaneously.
"Darling," she exclaimed, "if you were a galaxy, I'd be your black hole!" His eyes twinkled like quasars gone rogue, "And if I were a neutron star, would you still find me attractive despite my density?"