A board this sidereal symphony
allow me to lift off to a just Nebula;
the poetic astral journey of my idylls
to evoke the cosmos in your honest eyes.
With this astronomical neon chisel
let me carve in the void that words inhabit
the glinting warmth of your sight;
to echo over this cosmic night
the spinning satellites of my idolatry;
My gentle beauty, my love.
Aboard this Aquarius awakening
like a galactic explorer
riding a comet’s burning hair,
I seek with open palms the poetry of your light.
I head towards a Zodiac station
to reach the galaxy of affections
starring in your clear eyes.
Harmony with sepia shades for a calm verse;
exhaling the inspiration of your essence
like harvesting joy from the sun.
Gravitational urgency of living
to orbit the universal dawn of your glance.
Gentle beauty of chestnuts stars
dawning tenderness behind morning eyes.
Rosy as a lethargic kiss
blooming in the banks of a sunrise;
rosy as a sigh that disguised as verse
wants to be the caress
that touches your soul.
My gentle beauty, my love.