How far must our planets splay
before they collide once more?
The stars in their cruel malevolence
mock our decor.
The galaxy is of our love, pregnant with envy.
Why would you, universe, allow such tapestry?

The touch of the rain without reason to blame
turns to ice on the shores of my slumber.
Like an effigy ruminating disconsolately i lay,
Never mind all the tears in the rain of my thunder.

My heart does not race yet it beats at a canter
It states with impunity,
with neither remorse nor regret as it seeks out our unity.
Of sonorous design if only it was,
it would emancipate me...
The real me, of composure's repose,

I miss you, i love you...
They cannot compare,
To this mind they cannot express
and shan't even dare

Oh! those stars!
If i could i would make them stare,
I would go the distance and make them care,
for i'd make them witness a fusion so rare.
What they could not limit,
what they could not mimic.
For our love, t'would bring our worlds together
behold them cataclysmic.