Saturn’s Gate, Passion’s Slow Cold Hand

Saturn waits, in seventh house’s gate. Commitment sought, passion’s slow, cold hand. Duty binds, where warmth should freely flow. Security sought, love’s tender bloom delayed. Can hearts grow close, when fear takes hold?

Promises made, on foundations built of stone. Affection’s whisper, a distant, lonely sound. Delays linger, in love’s winding road. Obstacles rise, where ease should gently be. Can patience mend, what time has slowly worn?

Mature partners sought, where burdens softly lie. Responsibility’s weight, a heavy, silent sigh. Trust falters, where shadows darkly creep. Can love be true, when fears reside within?

Stability sought, in love’s uncertain sea. Intimacy hides, where vulnerability should be. Can hearts unite, when walls refuse to fall? Or does commitment leave, a lonely, frozen trace?