You are the sunrise, the sun’s own smile,
A blaze of gold—like Cassia petals piled.
Your gaze pours the wine of life anew,
As my heart’s flute sings, pure and true.
Carve my name in your soul’s bright core,
Our silent glances ignite evermore.
Like constellations sparked divine,
Through fate’s own lightning—yours and mine.
You’ll never fade, though worlds take flight,
Mirrored in time, my endless light.
My pulse drums your celestial tune,
For you are the sun—my moon, my noon.