
A golden light surrounds them. Sun and Venus, a joined flame. Beauty shines, a radiant mask. Do they know the power they hold? Others drawn, like moths to light. A charm that whispers, a silent call. Is it love they seek, or just a gaze? They see beauty, in all things bright. A perfect world, a mirrored dream.
Do they see the shadows, lurking near? Admiration craved, approval sought. A hunger deep, a restless need. Is it their own light, or borrowed gleam? The world reflects their perfect face. A fragile image, easily cracked. Do they fear the flaws, they cannot hide? Connections form, then fade away. A warmth that lingers, then grows cold. Is it true love, or just a fleeting spark? A melancholic heart, a hidden fear. To find true beauty, deep inside. Can they see themselves, beyond the shine?
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