Looking at stars, what do you usually find?
Coz when I look at them
In the middle of the night,
I can hear their whispers or thoughts maybe.
The way they talk to each other
Confessing their love for each other,
Maybe those stars are dead now
As they are already millions of light-years away,
So their thoughts must be many centuries old.
But still, they are loud and clear
On this peacefulness of the night,
Maybe they knew their grim end is near
Yet they were happy and cheerful.
Where she said to him,
“Let's make love tonight,
I want to lose myself in your paradise.”
When he smiled and said,
“The only thoughts that are running in my mind
Are of only you and I,
It's getting really hard to get you off my mind.”
Their lights complemented each other like,
The magic of the aurora in the earth’s sky.
And when they finally collide in their erotic affinity,
The giant supernova covered the whole of my sky.