It's a poem
** My Darkest Star π€**
You are the hush between heartbeats,
the breath of night that stirs the veil,
a whisper spun in silver moonlight,
soft as lace, cold as pale.
I wake to find you in the twilight,
where shadows dance upon the stone,
a specter wrapped in longingβs ember,
a love the stars have never known.
Your voice is velvet, low and fleeting,
like raven wings upon the air,
a ghost that lingers in the silence,
a curse, a prayer, a solemn snare.
If fate should carve the years between us,
if dust and time should wear me thin,
still, love would weave its crimson ribbon,
and draw me ever back again.
So let the world dissolve to nothing,
let time unspool, let darkness callβ
for you, my love, my grave-lit longing,
are worth the ruin of it all.