We Are Made of Star Stuff

Entwined in the stillness
A lover is born
Perhaps it is here
That this lover finds form
Floating amongst stars
Hair adorned with rose blooms
A love has arisen, or perhaps has resumed
Eternal, unextinguishable
A forever flame
Perhaps we only find
That which we always were
That which we remain
Thus this reconnection
In intergalactic realms
Is but our destiny, as such
We are made of star stuff
An unquenchable thirst
To find that which we are
In the seeking
We realize the undeniable truth
We are made of star stuff
And a lover is born
Or perhaps this lover is found
Eternal form