Constellation Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

Promise me, when constellations fail to ignite,
You'll recall the sanctity of our midnight rites.
In the stillness, in the tempest, let the echo of us resist,
Time's conquest, our love's existence.

Promise me, though shadows interlace and creep,
You'll remember the moments we chose to keep.
When the world around us faded into the night,
And only our souls remained, bathed in moonlight.

In the stillness of those sacred, stolen hours,
We found solace, like a sanctuary in the towers.
Our whispered vows, our bodies intertwined,
A tapestry of passion, forever entwined.

Promise me, when the stars no longer shine,
You'll cherish the memory of your hand in mine.
The warmth of your embrace, the beat of your heart,
A symphony that time can never tear apart.

Though the world may try to tear us asunder,
And the tempest of life seeks to pull us under,
Promise me, you'll hold fast to our love's refrain,
And in the darkness, our light will shine again.

For in the echo of our midnight rites,
Lies the strength to weather life's darkest nights.
So promise me, my love, through thick and thin,
You'll never let the shadow of doubt creep in.