I am whispered from the clouds above,
A single drop of love, cascading down,
Where do I land, oh sweet solitude,
If not upon the petals of your tender bloom?
In your garden, the moonlight kisses every leaf,
An argent halo dances on every surface,
Yet none as soft as my embrace upon you,
Your fragrance mingling with my essence—pure bliss.
Anonymous to the night yet holding stories,
Each drop a memory of the sky’s yearning love,
I long to tell you of the stars I’ve touched,
And the constellations that weave their dreams around me.