In the quiet murmurs of the universe, echoes a dream yet to be birthed,
a whisper carried by astral winds, seeking the firmament's embrace.
The stars align, not by chance, but by the dance of fate, weaving stories
upon the cosmic canvas, where thoughts are suspended in radiant amber.
Beneath the luminescence of a distant nebula, my thoughts drift,
each heartbeat a pulsar shining through the dark with rhythmic fervor.
Here lies untouched galaxies, spaces woven with galaxies of longing,
each void a testament to love that binds and breaks like galactic tides.
In combustible frequency, love transcends—but never fades; yet,
stillness finds solace in the orbits of our shared passion,
crafting a rhythm amidst the stardust—a symphony—for us.