Celestial Whispers

It’s not the grand gestures I seek,
but the simple closeness,
the brush of lips that says more than words,
a stolen moment that belongs only to us.

I rise, not just to the day,  
but to the thought of you,  
carried in the morning breeze,  
in the song of the birds,  
in the fresh promise 
of the hours yet to unfold.

Shall I call myself a fool,
for letting my heart lead where reason would not go,
for wandering in a dream of you,
where every step takes me deeper,
into the gentle madness of love?

To exist is to be part of this grand design,
to feel the heartbeat of the universe,
to marvel at the wonders that surround us,
to cherish each moment in this cosmic dance.

In the vast night,
Constellations try to mirror
The depths of your eyes
But fall short,
An echo in the void,
Unable to capture your grace