A Chorus of Cadence

Curious, is it not, how the cadence of the cosmos conspired to carve a course whereupon our crossroads collided? Conceived in the clandestine corridors of chance, our confluence, like constellations colliding in celestial choreography, composed a crescendo so captivating, so crystalline, that the cosmos itself ceased its cacophony to commemorate our connection.

Can it be coincidence, this chemistry so commanding, this compulsion so consuming, this commitment so complete? Certainly not, for the chords of our companionship chime in concert with the chorus of creation, crafting a cadence of constancy, compassion, and ceaseless captivation.

Come closer, my captivating Marystella, my cherished confidante, my celestial compass in this convoluted chronicle called life. Can you conceive the cavernous chambers of my chest, where your name is carved with conviction, where the candle of my devotion burns with an inextinguishable conflagration? Could you comprehend the currents of my core, cascading ceaselessly in ceaseless circulation, carrying but one creed, one clarion call—I love you—cloaked in countless colors of constancy and care?

Cognizant am I that words, however carefully conjured, can scarcely capture the colossal contour of my commitment. Yet, if language be the canvas upon which my confession is cast, then let this composition be chiseled in the chronicles of eternity, a covenant of my constancy to you.

Cradled within the cosmos’ capricious clasp, we have carved our chronicle—an epic of connection, a constellation of companionship, a covenant of consummate care. Come what chaos may, come what calamity conspires, my course is charted, my compass unclouded: it ever and always directs me to you.

My cherished, my celestial, my constant—Marystella, I love you.

-CC