My heart would soar, seeing you nearby.
Butterflies would dance, and love would revive.
We'll sit on our old bench, under the open sky.

The moon would blush, veiled in pink hue,
The sun would smile, with a love anew.
Stars would twinkle, with a shy delight,
Pluto would appear, in the celestial light.

The impossible would become possible, it's true,
Heaven and hell would unite, with me and you.
Devils would don angel wings, with a gentle grin,
Witnessing our love, as we reunite within.

They say love stories are written with passion and fire,
Stored in libraries, where heart desire.
But our universe, our love, would be written above,
On the immense sky, for all to read, and endless love