She is a Libra, the balance of stars,
A melody played on celestial guitars.
Though the cosmos claims we're misaligned,
Her beauty rewrites every sign.
Her charm is the breeze of an autumn day,
Sweeping my doubts, carrying them away.
Her laughter's a song, her gaze a flame,
And my restless heart whispers her name.
The zodiac warns of storms ahead,
But what are the stars to the path I tread?
For love defies the charts and the skies,
I see my fate in her soft brown eyes.
I'd cross deserts, mountains, rivers wide,
Chase the moon till it can't hide.
Through distance and time, my heart will say,
'I love you more with each passing day.'
She is my balance, my evening star,
No sign can tell me who we are.
For though the heavens might disagree,
She is my world, my destiny.
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