In the quiet embrace of the cosmos, where stars dare not whisper lest they fade in eternal night, your name is a constellation in my heart. Your eyes mirror galaxies lost within their own spirals of wonder, a reflection, a dance.
The wind carries your laughter, a meteor shower across a dusky canvas, radiant, yearning. Each echo a fragment of the universe, longing to touch the infinite, to slip through the hands of time, where every grain of sand is a sentence of a cosmic poem.
Your silhouette is a pulse in the nebula, a heartbeat in light years. In every swell of the astral tide, I find your whisper, a gentle caress in the void, an unuttered vow between two souls adrift in their own orbits.
Let us drift forever, past the fringes of reality, into the arms of the serene eclipse. Where the universe can no longer hold its breath, and the stars bleed into the dawn of our making, and we, mere phantoms, become the very essence of love's eternity.