Jealousy rising? Your Venus might be weak

Venus weakens, love’s soft glow fades. Jealousy rises, a haunting serenade. We seek assurance, a desperate plea. Fear whispers tales, of love’s decay. Trust falters, a fragile, broken vow. We build our walls, and question how. Others’ eyes, a constant, piercing threat. We see our flaws, and cannot forget. Ideals shatter, dreams turn to dust. Disappointment bites, a bitter gust. We yearn for love, a perfect grace. Yet find ourselves, in a lonely space. Can we find strength, to love our own? And break the chains, we’ve always known? Or are we bound, to wander on? A melancholy heart, forever gone.

The shadow of doubt, a constant sting. It twists affections, makes us cling. We seek to hold, to bind, to own. The fragile hearts, we’ve come to know. Yet fear’s dark tendrils, they entwine. And leave us lost, in this design. Can we release the need to claim? And find a love, beyond all blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this lonely, jealous, heart-felt pain.

A fragile heart, a wounded soul. Where jealous whispers take control. We seek to find, a love that’s true. But fear and doubt, they see us through. Can we find solace, in our own worth? And break the chains, that bind the earth? Or are we doomed to always chase? A love that leaves, an empty space.