In my darkest dusks,
I see you and I as a whole.
All the moonlight showing upon us,
like we are perpetually the topic of the universe.
In the twilight, I get a glimpse of your bright side,
which was somehow overlooked by the sorrow and misery.
All those beautiful flanks of yours are mine to be adored,
I feel you are my entire galaxy.
Of every star in the form of hidden tears,
they are a sign of potency, not fear.
All the agony you haven’t shared.
I’ll be there even if I can’t hear and ask,
Why have you been so cruel to yourself, my dear?