A twist of fate, a cosmic game, where humans are the alien's tame. Bred for a purpose, a reason unknown, a bond forged in stars, a love to be sown.

Luka, his name, a whisper on the breeze, connected to you, beneath ancient trees.

A bond of the stars, a cosmic decree, to walk this path, you and him.

Forever bound, in this cosmic space.

Until the stars grow cold, and the sun turns to dust, his soul and your soul intertwined, a love that was just forced upon.

The ballroom spun, a dizzying waltz,

Beneath the chandelier, a thousand false smiles glittered in this gilded cage, where you and him, played the part.

His touch, a weight upon your back, his hand in yours, a gentle track, leading you through this orchestrated scene, a puppet show, for eyes unseen. He leaned closer into your ear, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispered; "Smile dear," he spoke with a sigh, "They are watching us," He stated as he leaned back, his own lips curved, a practiced art,