On those nights when the air feels opaque and storms thunder against your chest, take my hand, my darling- I'll shelter you in the haven of my heart and be your alchemist and poetess of love, turning crestfallen whispers in the dark into lullabies strung from ribbons of light, bestowing upon you gossamer wings to fly, strong enough to shatter the shackles of sorrow as I breathe life into poetry you have long forsaken, graced by the tenderness of my lyrical hands, writing us into a realm where love is our eternal star; an astral diversion from your darkest hour as it succumbs to the sunrise of our gentle revelation.