In the velvet night we dance,
among the ethereal whispers of stars. Our shadows intertwined,
stitched by the fingers of a cosmic seamstress.
Inked upon the heavens, our love flows
like a comet's tail, a vibrant trail
across the infinite sky.
The moon listens as we etch
our sonnets into the breeze,
each word a droplet of stardust
cascading into the universe's ocean.
Do you hear the echoes of our hearts?
They beat in sync with the pulse
of the galaxies, a rhythm
of time and tenderness.