The feeling of love moves hearts with the an orbital force. Through love we see hearts and worlds circle, align and collide.
Dreamers look up towards the heavens and pray for love, lovers put their lives in the hands of their destiny, their fate sealed in the stars.
So what I come to realise about my love is this:
You are the radiant sun that dapples light into every corner of my mind.
The luminous moon that commands my heart’s turning tides.
Trail-blazing comets, strokes of brilliance soaring across my open soul.
You are made up of every single star I’ve ever wished upon.
To love you feels primordial. An irrefutable force of nature. As expansive as the universe itself.
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Maria Maung
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