The boy crafted from stardust

The boy whose eyes shimmer
like galaxies lost in daylight.
Lips as if they were kissed by whispers of a forgotten angel —

Or perhaps he’s the angel, disguised in human guise,
 

A celestial being hidden
in the folds of freckles
​and soft smiles.

His freckles scatter across his cheeks like constellations sprawled

Across the night’s canvas, mapping secrets only he can decode.
 

Even his ears cradle stories of forgotten stars,

His nose, a masterpiece, as if sculpted by hands from another time.
 

Perhaps a little extra stardust slipped into his soul,

As if the cosmos spilled just a bit too much brilliance in his making.
 

They say we are all made of stardust, but maybe,

Just maybe, he is stardust distilled to its purest form.
 

His laugh ignites a room brighter than any sun ever could,

A warmth that makes shadows retreat, bite their tongues in envy.

Words, simple yet crafted in the forge of kindness,
 

Set my heart racing,
a metronome caught
in a frenzy of devotion.

His voice, not merely singing
but weaving raw emotions,
 

Each note a teardrop
that falls, unbidden,
onto the fabric of the air.

Songs that aren’t just heard,
but felt, lived, and breathed,
 

Each melody a testament
to the boy made of more than bone and sinew.

For him, i would cast myself
into the chasm of uncertainty,
 

Hold my breath for eons if it meant he could keep his wings unbroken.

I would give him the universe if he asked,
 

My celestial boy, the one for whom i’d unravel the very stars.

"Please you stay alive"
I will for you.