A whisper distilled into starlight,
your voice an echo shimmering across void.
I catch galaxies refracting through prisms,
each facet a memory of our interstellar embrace.
Beneath the celestial tapestry,
your laughter journeys on comets,
trailing luminous ribbons,
inked in Milky Way serenades.
As nebulae sigh with gravity,
I am tethered to time: a lone waltz,
spun in orbits of kindred souls,
yearning for whispered epochs anew.
Do you hear the echoes above the quiet stars,
cascading through lightyears,
each note a chronicle of heartbeats in sync,
resonating between stitched celestial seams?
Let us trace our adoration across quasars,
charting love lost and found,
a kaleidoscope across epochs yet unwritten,
forever inscribed into a fractured midnight's muse.