In an untamed universe
where constellations whisper in
the echoes of our dreams,
I found your stardust eyes,
illuminating the shadows
cast by eons of solitude.
Let's trace the nebulae of our fate,
hand in supernova hand,
cradled by the embrace of
celestial tides,
our hearts cosmic comets
charting a course through
the oblivion.
And as the stars settle
on the sepulcher of truths,
our words become the
arabesques of light,
a luminous tapestry we weave
free; bound only by
the gravity of love.
Drifting in the Milky Way
of your thoughts, I remain
tethered to the constancy of
your gaze, my darling.
Do meteors whisper back,
echoing your heartbeat through
the vault of solitudes?