All the stars

I would reach the moon’s glow and bring you all the stars,

I would preserve their light and warmth in sealed jars,

Then I’d offer you as a gift along with the engagement ring.

Yet I still feel it’s not enough, so I ask the birds a favor: to sing,

A serenade to express the sentiments carved in my heart,

As they may have a sacred knowledge of exhibiting a form of art,

That compresses all my emotions torn from the heavens end,

Where the passion meets with devotion and smoothly blend.

Until I gather for you the celestial bodies, I’ll make sure,

That the sorrows are distanced from your soul’s shore,

Your heart is held by soothing hands and my embrace,

Finds the antidote for your indigo tears with elegance.

Let’s fly amidst the sky of our eternal love carelessly,

Spend magical nights searching for sense endlessly,

Losing ourselves in each other’s flaming eyes,

Only to discover the meaning’s trapped inside.

It emerges as the embodiment of our spirits’ depths,

Which consists of the everlasting nature of art’s breath.

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