Under the cemetery of falling stars, beneath veils of eternity

Under the cemetery of falling stars, beneath veils of eternity, The end of any affair is death. She is my sanctuary, An evanescent eye, slipping through the magical veil, Far from the tribe of my soul, my breath Finds you gone. I horrify the gaze Of those who remain. I feed on the agony of your absence. My hand meets hers, and now she's mine, Not far away. She is my predestined encounter. I strike her like a ruby bell. I recline In the silent arbor of memories, where you once ascended, You lent me under blooming constellations, skies painted with longing. Look at this night, my love, Every couple weaves their destiny under the falling star, In a cosmic embrace, beneath the moon and over the stars, The abundance of love on fabrics of dreams and angel wings, Kneeling and pushing, forehead to forehead, heart to heart. I break away from my body in this way, A stirring miracle. Can I place The dream market on the altar? I spread out, I crucify myself on the sacred pyre. My little blue plum, you said. Those words are etched in eternity. Then my ebony-eyed rival came, Lady of the Sea, rising from the waves With fingers that play the keys of an oracular piano, Shame on her lips and speech like a bewitched flute. And I was just a straw broom, trembling in the night's breeze. She took you the way a woman picks A charmed dress from destiny's rack, And I shattered like a stone hitting the ground. I return your books and fishing tackle we used to catch dreams. Today's paper says you are united forever under the night's dome. Boys and girls are one in this sacred night. They unbutton blouses. They unzip the zippers of desires. They take off shoes and sink their heels into the magical ground. The shimmering creatures are full of hidden truths. They devour each other in ephemeral dances, sleepless and restless. They have become captives of longed-for emotions, In a night that whispers promises from falling stars, Under the arch burdened with fallen angels, And ghosts of lost dreams, now just vague memories. Each heartbeat, a thunderclap In the memory of the lost ones, Each sigh, an echo In the night where love stories evaporate And dreams turn into stardust memories. In the dark vastness of love and loss, We remain guardians of melancholy, Romantics lost in the sacred wax of ruined feelings, Traveling aimlessly, yet enriched by shadows, Under the boundless sky of silent and vibrant eternity.