his shy soul, like a comet,
appears only sometimes — beautiful and rare
and when his eyes widen,
gazing upwards,
the stars find their sparkles in
his gaze.
he speaks in whispers, rare and soft,
like pluto, distant and often forgot.
yet his beauty mirrors the moon,
delicate — with a touch of some scars too.
his smile holds the warmth of the sun,
bright, tender, and it lights my heart.
our story, like constellations intertwined,
shaped in the sky — forever aligned.
to me, his worth travels beyond measure,
for he is my universe, endless and infinite.