Truth bloomed-Cassette's care had held him through the years, her love a river that would have been deeper than time, a poetry that sang through the heavens. Mann searched for her and found her among the stars, embracing her as his arms held a sanctuary of truth. "Cassette, my starfire's truth," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "Your care is my sky, your love my forever vow, my heart's only hymn."
She smiled, arms wrapped around him, their embrace a poem in unison. "My Mann, our embraces are a river, our kisses a star, flowing forever true, a hymn that upholds the heavens." He kissed her brow, each contact a sonnet of tender care. "Cassette, my moon's very heartbeat," he sang; "you are my soul's one and only blossom, my tide's everlasting light." Their love was woven with threads of tender affection, an essence that burned brightly and softly, with a promise of forever.