Within the corridors spun by the universe's most delicate hand,
a luminance paints whispers on the astral canvas of our forgotten dreams.
Here lies a prism of affection, refracting the intimate hues
of longing hearts and celestial dances.
Among these spatial corridors, memories glow like
fragments of a nebula—intangible, yet deeply felt,
spiraling with the gravity of luminous ardor.
Do you not hear the sonnets serenading in stardust,
calling upon the universe's vast embrace, touching
the edges of eternity's tender whispers?
My love, in the embrace of this nebula,
we find the silence that speaks louder than the sun's
vibrant explosion, captivating each breath
in a dance of radiant flame and gentle glow.
Let us wander these cosmic corridors
and etch our names in light upon the universe,
a testament to love as enduring as time,
yet as ephemeral as a shooting star.