It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.

It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.

It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.

Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.

It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.

You listen to the rhythm and blues of my sorrows,
Just to sing and dance and drown yours away.
You're the poem that I will never write
because the 26 letters and a few punctuations in the English language will never be enough to do your beauty or the magnitude of my affection justice.

Ours is black love, I love black love.
Because much like the black(w)hole,
it is strong enough to keep entire galaxies in its orbit.