Constellation

Not fireworks, bursting fleeting bright, But starlight, constant, burning deep, That's how my love for you takes flight, A universe where secrets sleep.

No thunder's roar, no lightning's sting, But whispers soft, like dewfall's touch, In gentle words, my heart takes wing, And finds in yours, a haven's clutch.

No painted hues, no vibrant show, But dawn's embrace, serene and pale, Your smile, a sunrise, soft and slow, That paints my world with light, unfailing.

No sculpted form, no marble cold, But lines etched softly, timeworn, true, The map of you, in stories told, A landscape where my soul finds you.

No borrowed grace, no fleeting fame, But quiet strength, in shadows cast, The way you rise, above the blame, A lighthouse, anchoring the vast.

No perfumed air, no cloying musk, But breath of woods, on morning's sigh, The scent of you, a forest dusk, Where secrets sleep, beneath the sky.

No jeweled crown, no gilded throne, But laughter warm, like firelight's gleam, Your joy, a kingdom, all my own, Where worries fade, like embers seem.

No fortress walls, no guarded gate, But open arms, a refuge sure, Your presence, shelter from the late, A haven where my fears are cured.

No perfect script, no polished rhyme, But simple words, from heart to heart, In every beat, a whispered chime, A symphony, where we take part.

No grand facade, no borrowed art, But honest eyes, that hold the sun, The truth you wear, a work of art, Where shadows flee, and darkness none.

No fleeting song, no dying phrase, But endless echo, soft and low, The memory of you, in sunlit days, A melody, my soul will know.

For not in noise, nor blinding light, But tender flame, in twilight's hush, The embers glow, forever bright, In this, my love, I love you most.

This tapestry, of moments sewn, With threads of trust, and laughter's gleam, This love, a constellation grown, Where forever, you and I will beam