Overture of Stars

An overture of gears, tensioning the tears—
let them flow, let them wade down the face of fears.
Breathe effortless life back into the soul,
let there be a break for stars to console.

Your stars, my stars, our stars align,
a constellation where our hearts entwine.
Blink, my love, and never forget
the touch of heart that made our spirits set.

For in your eyes, galaxies bloom,
a dance of stardust that lights up the gloom.
The touch of everything that we’ve ever been
is everything, forever sewn within.

Let the tears fall, let the stars ignite,
breathing life back into the quiet night.
For in this embrace, where our worlds collide,
we find the universe, side by side.

Your stars, my stars, our stars shine bright,
a beacon of hope in the endless night.
For love is a force that breaks through the dark,
a spark in the soul, an eternal mark.

So blink, my love, hold this moment near—
the touch of heart to everything is clear.
For everything, of everything, you are to me,
a love that’s boundless, wild, and free.