they say the iron in our blood
was forged in the depths of ancient stars;
every quiet beat of my restless heart
remembers the light of their fire,
a distant glow still moving through us.

do the stars see their infinite reflection
when our palms at last tenderly meet?
is the stardust flowing in our veins,
threaded far beyond all earthly imagination,
a love between two celestial bodies?

i hear their breaths echo in the rhythm
of your chest, each beat a memory of collapsed
suns, dust carried across centuries to settle
softly between us - the universe pleading as
we cling tightly to this fragile, impermanent love.

what draws us closer is no cosmic riddle:
we fall together as moons to planets to suns,
our orbits authored long before we knew;
love is the law of the stars above us,
echoed in the rosy flush of our cheeks.

in the crooked turn of your giddy smile,
constellations rearrange in real time;
in the faintest whisper of your lips against mine,
galaxies fold themselves small enough
to rest in the impossible space between.

the blue beneath your wrist reminds me
even when stars burn out, their dust endures -
so too does every trace of love, every glimmer
of your golden hair in fleeting sunlight, each
moment i choose to leave a piece of myself with you.

and still, i fear the silences between us,
as wide and cold as the gulfs between galaxies,
yet the pull of your eager eyes steadies me,
gravity refusing to let me drift away,
to lose our spark to that horizon of dark.

you are never small, my love, no matter how
the world may tell you so - you carry galaxies
folded into your quiet soul, your voice a honey-sweet
reminder that the universe chose to gather in your
smile, that the gods of creation favored you.

and though the universe leans toward unraveling,
all stars destined to invariably burn into silence,
our love is a quiet defiance, a record of the way
i chose to held you close, seeking order,
praising the patterns in the dark i once despised.