The silent stars gaze coldly from the sky,
While crowds below chase kisses unaware,
They need not grasp the vast and endless why—
Just warmth to banish solitude’s cold stare.
For love ignites where stellar fires gleam far,
A lover’s gaze heals hearts like starlight’s spell,
It cloaks the city’s frantic, buzzing war,
And whispers peace where tempests used to dwell.
Yet passion fades as swiftly as their light,
It flickers, wanes, like twinkling in the night;
A black hole yawns to gulp the fleeting sight,
And leaves us scarred in shadows’ cruel despite.
So though the end may rend us with its pain,
We bear it still, and wait for healing rain.
