I love you, alas an echo repeats—a haunting melody lost in the shadows, entwined within the essence of time, oh, how it reverberates. What are we, but a symphony playing over and over, imperfect and beautiful, perfect yet flawed?

Beneath the moon’s gentle caress, the stars dance to our whispered secrets, mirroring the ache that never fades—a sonorous infinity. To hear your voice is to hear the silence that follows, a beloved refrain, tenderly unraveling like a lover's shadow.

You are my fragment of a dream, my unreachable horizon. This cycle, persistent, relentless—it circles, it yearns, it waits. In each loop, a promise scrawled across the stars, in every turn, a bind that tightens and loosens—what could have been.