
A patient wait, a shadowed vow. Saturn in the seventh, love’s slow plough. They seek a bond, that stands the test. Is it love’s true trial, or just a cage? Hearts entwine, with measured pace. A loyalty forged, in time’s embrace. Do they find solace there, or just a wall? They build their lives, with steady hands. A lasting pact, on shifting sands. Is it safety found, or just a chain?
Vulnerability hides, in weary eyes. They seek a truth, that knows no end. Is it wisdom’s gain, or just regret? Moments linger, then slip away. A quiet strength, a silent pain. Do they learn from time, or just endure? A melancholic truth, a whispered plea. Can love’s slow seed, find lasting bloom? Or is it destined, to wither soon?
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