When our love feels like the stars, a distant delight,
A glimmering promise, in the vastness of night.
Beautiful, boundless, a source of awe,
Yet cold and untouchable, beyond any law.

Do we yearn to reach them, with genuine desire?
Bridge the impossible, set our hearts on fire?
Or gaze in contentment, at their celestial grace,
Knowing their beauty lights up time and space.

Perhaps love's truest essence isn't to hold,
But to cherish the wonder, a story untold.
A guiding light, even from afar,
When our love feels like the stars, forever we are.