The stars once scattered, wild and free, Yet yearned for bonds invisibly, A pull unseen, a whispered sound, The love that stitched the heavens round.
In atomsβ dance, in tidesβ embrace, In hearts that seek a gentle space, The force that shapes both stone and soul, A cosmic thread that makes us whole.
No boundary binds it, none resist, Not flesh, nor steel, nor morning mist. It hums in circuits, beats in clay, An ageless rhythm, night and day.
Oh, force unseen yet ever near, It births our joy, it shapes our fear. What if we knew, as stars above, That all we are is shaped by love?
Would we not listen, seek to share, To find it dwelling everywhere?