Of thee, a perfect weave of atoms bright,
A cherished pearl within Love’s endless night.
Not dust alone, but flame that softly gleams,
A whispered breeze that stirs the deepest dreams.

Each tiny spark within thee breathes desire,
A murmured song, a quietly kindled fire.
Thy eyes, twin stars where night and dawn entwine,
Their tender glow outshines the velvet shrine.

Thou art the rose that blooms within love’s palm,
The sweetest breath, the calmest, purest balm.
A perfect mesh of atoms finely spun,
Yet more than dust—love’s depths that know no sun.

O’ heart, immerse thyself in endless streams,
Where passion wakes and dances in thy dreams.
Come, let us soar on wings of whispered rhyme,
And lose ourselves beyond the bounds of time.