If you were the moon and I, a star,
We’d call the endless sky our home,
Drifting where the dreamers are,
Lost in light, yet never alone.

The world would gaze with longing eyes,
Yet none could touch what we became,
For only we, in silent ties,
Would whisper love through cosmic flame.

No earthly chain, no passing time,
Could dim the glow we softly share,
For in the vast, celestial rhyme,
Our souls would dance in endless air.

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May our love turn ethereal,
Transcends from flesh and becomes aerial.
Where feelings bloom, sacred and clear,
And your soul remains forever near.

As stars are scattered through endless skies,
Our love, like light, in dreams shall rise.
As blossoms perfume the evening air,
Our bond enshrines all moments rare.

Let our love weave a timeless tale,
A whispered song through moonlit veils.
A story written in the hearts duet,
An endless, "enchanting novelette."

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An epiphany of love.
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Darling,
Love glows with its own blazing light,
A radiant sun in eternal flight.
Words are wax—fragile, fleeting, vain,
Let silence shield love's fiery domain
.
Love, a boundless ocean, vast and deep,
Before it, we are streams that softly weep.
Do not seek its depth, nor cage its flow,
Let it surge, unbound, where hearts will go.

Transform its essence into timeless art,
A verse that beats with the rhythm of the heart.
For love needs no measure, no chains, no form,
It is the calm, the chaos, the storm.

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Just like the warm glistening sunshine in the frost laden gust
heats up the earth and gives it its loving warmth,
Similarly,
In my shivering life,
I get the warmth of affection from your undying endearment.

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And in the
light of the moon,
In the starry nights
sea shore,
And in the midst
of "every perfection"
All I crave for is
"You."

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she is the wildflower,
chasing myriads of galaxies,
amidst the drizzle of rain,
even after possessing the
"super clusters."

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She was blessed with an ignited soul,
And,
He was as calm as early summer morning.

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The embers are in the eyes,
The warmth is in the breath,
The gaze is fixed on the goal,
As, only destination is mentioned In the destiny.

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Our Life should be lived
like a squirrel,
Slow;
Yet, gracefully outgoing.

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