In the cosmos' endless, starry sea,
I chanced upon a beauty to be,
A nebula's blush, a supernova's gleam.
Her love for me, a gravitational dream,
That warps the fabric of space and time,
And in the void, our love will shine.
But alas, our love's a cosmic crime,
For I, a mortal, am not divine.
Yet still I dream, in starry prime,
Of love's fierce beauty, cosmic and sublime.
— Astral, the space poet
Read the Next Sonnet