Beneath a tapestry of stars, so vast, unknown,
Your eyes, two galaxies, forever in my own.
But fate, a cruel geographer, has drawn a line,
Dividing hearts that yearn, yet fear to intertwine.
To claim you for my own, a selfish, grasping hand,
Would uproot you from the soil, the language of your land.
Your laughter, like a melody, in tones I don't possess,
Would falter, lose its rhythm, amidst a borrowed dress.
To bid you stay, a love imprisoned in this cage,
Would dim the fire in your soul, extinguish childhood's sage.
The stories whispered in your tongue, the dances you hold dear,
Would fade like distant echoes, a whisper, faint and clear.
Oh, love, caught in this tempest, torn 'tween two desires,
To chase the fleeting dream, or fan the dying fires.
No answer lies within my grasp, no solace in the night,
Only the echo of your name, a fragile, flickering light.
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