Amidst the tender whispers of the universes' veins, we tango. Ardent pulses inked across the cosmos, your starlit gaze a beacon, my gravity-bound heart a wayfarer adrift.

In silence, we defy light, pirouetting through spectral anemones, where the neighborhood of Orion weeps jubilantly in geometrical serenades.

Dance with me amidst the spectral fog, let us linger in fading starlight. Each twinkle in your eye a universe unexplored, each sigh a black hole drawing us deeper into velveteen shadows…

The dance of galaxies, erratic and divine, requires no orchestra. Heartbeats synchronize with quasars' hiss and shimmer, a melody confined by no single measure.

In the interstellar waltz, love is the eternal constant—binding, breaking, remaking as we spin across the astral tapestry.