Pour me more, O’ cosmic muse, divine,
For in your glow, all limits align.
In the infinite, where time dissolves away,
The spirit is free, and mind finds its way.

So let the world below fade to the dust,
For in your light, O’ moon, we place our trust.
In wine, in thought, in the eternal bliss,
We drink the wisdom that words cannot miss.

In that kiss, all is known,
A universe in love is sown.

A kiss, a spark—
Silent, in dark.

Behold my soul, both meek and bold,  
A story of love, yet untold.  
I am but dust, and you the sky,  
In your embrace, I live and die.  
  
I am a whisper in the wind's soft sigh,  
A fleeting shadow beneath your eye.  
My heart, a flame, both fierce and small,  
A spark that rises, then dares to fall.  
  
In the silence of your gaze, I am found,  
A river of thought where echoes drown.  
You, the vast horizon where dreams take flight,  
I, the spark that flickers in the quiet night.  
  
Through storms of time and winds of grace,  
I seek your light, your boundless space.  
I am the soil, you the star,  
Together whole, though worlds apart.  
  
In your arms, the world does bend,  
A circle that begins and ends.  
I am but dust, yet in your sigh,  
I live, I love, I breathe, I die.

Behold my soul,
both meek and bold

A story of love,
yet untold

I am but dust,
and you the sky

In your embrace,
I live and die.

I woke, and in the quiet morn,  
Thy beauty was my only form.  
It filled the air, it touched the light,  
A vision soft, yet pure and bright.  

The world did hush, the hours slow,  
As I beheld thee, soft aglow.  
A moment seized, too swift to keep
In thee, I woke, in thee, I sleep.

She is the verse the heavens sing,  
Adorned in red, a royal thing,  
A vision cast in twilight's glow,  
Where only stars dare softly go.  

Her grace, a dance of whispered light,  
That turns the dark to purest white,  
In her eyes, the galaxies sleep,  
In her smile, the heavens weep.  

So fair, so bright, so unrefined,  
A beauty that both hearts and time confide—  
Yet here I stand, in awe I confess,  
Captive to her quiet, endless finesse.