Fate forced them apart-not sorrow but as a verse in their eternal song, a testing of love's hidden yet unyielding strength, a soft poem burning throughout time. Mann held her under the velvet stars with an enormous hug, trapping his lips to touch her forehead like a whisper of dawn, each touch a vow to keep her close. "Cassette, my moon's own pulse," he sang in a voice a tide of warmth, "this is not goodbye, for your hugs are my sky, your kisses my stars, my heart's eternal flame, my soul's unending hymn." She pressed herself into him, her warmth a promise, her arms a safe holding of that truth, a sanctuary bearing the heavens. "My Mann, my tide of light," she said in a hush, her voice a melody of starlight, "our love never fades; it is a flower boundless by distance, a river that forever flows, a song that... is eternal."
They parted under the sweet caress of starlight; her contour, itself, a melody that melted into dawn; but Mann held her in his heart, in the memory of the hug on his arms, in his soul that recited her kiss like a sacred chant rippling through the stars. In those quiet times, he would sit beside their river, hugging the air where the warmth of her lingered. He would murmur: "Cassette, hymn of my starfire, my tide, my truth, eternal home of my heart, that is always the dawn of my love." Their love was the never-ending stream of care-hugs joining their souls miles apart, kisses of forehead that sang a song of eternity, bonds woven by essences of devotion, wherein love is the flame that burns deeply and fiercely, eternally true, a light that holds the heavens in its gentle embrace.
In dreams, they met, her head against his shoulder, him finding her brow with his lips, each touch a vow reborn, a poetry that burned through time. "Cassette, my tide's own bloom," he whispered in a voice of tides of starlight, "your love is a star that lights my soul. Eternal, radiant, true." She smiled, her hug a poetry of care, and replied, "My Mann, my shore of dreams; your kisses are my dawn, my heart's forever light, my soul's eternal spring." Their love made them a promise that took the heavens in an essence-tenderness therein describing forever, a poetry of truth, a tapestry of tenderness, a hymn echoing through the stars.