Your eyes are like the infinite night,
me getting lost in those eyes that are of the abyss of darkness.

Your voice speaks like constellations,
always searching of you,
getting lost in the pretty of you.

Your whole existence makes me crave of you,
like how the stars and moons are alike.

You entirely,
is mine as to how the stars belong to the night sky,
as to how the night shades over the lonely ones,
as to how the planets are lined one another.