Beneath the endless, velvet shroud,
A soul enthralled in shadows' spell,
She yearned for night, her heart uncowed,
In starry tales, her love did dwell.
Each eve, she'd gaze with longing eyes,
To where the cosmos, vast and high,
Would twinkle in their dark disguise,
Her heart's beloved, the night sky.
With brushes dipped in midnight's ink,
She painted swirls of cosmic rhyme,
Stars and moonlight, stars that wink,
And whispered secrets lost in time.
Her canvas filled with dreams and night,
She danced with shadows, kissed the air,
In each brushstroke, she took flight,
Closer to her love, the sky so rare.
Each constellation told a tale,
Of love that spanned both time and space,
In every stroke, she'd set her sail,
To reach her night sky's warm embrace.
She wore the universe as her cloak,
Stars and moonlight in her eyes,
With every stroke, her love bespoke,
A love that soared in moonlit skies.
In the deep of night, she found her muse,
Her passion burning, her heart a flame,
Her paintings, dreams, and midnight hues,
Her true love's essence, her soul's sweet name.
For in the canvas of the dark,
She'd found a love that would not die,
Her heart entwined with every spark,
In love with the night sky, her endless sigh.
