Possessive in love? Venus & Mars collide

Venus and Mars ignite a fire. Love’s warmth turns to possessive chill. Desire burns, yet fear takes hold. We cling too tightly, a desperate plea. Affection warps, a twisted form. Jealousy whispers, a bitter tune. Trust erodes, a fragile thing. We build walls, unseen, yet strong. Isolation creeps, a lonely sound. The heart yearns, yet fear prevails. We push away the very ones we crave. Love becomes a battlefield grim. Where every touch is a fight to claim. Can we learn to trust, to let go? To find a love that sets us free? Or are we doomed to possess and hold? A melancholy fate, forever cold.

The clash of love and raw desire. It twists affection, breeds unease. We seek to own, not to embrace. The other’s heart, a captive space. We fear to lose, to be alone. So we impose, we seek control. Yet love’s true essence slips away. Replaced by fear, a hollow sway. We build our prisons, brick by brick. With unseen walls, and anxious eyes. We crave connection, yet deny. The very thing our hearts imply. Can we find a way to break these chains? To trust in love’s gentle hand? Or are we destined to remain? In a lonely, possessive land.

The shadow side of love’s embrace. A longing turns to anxious chase. We seek to hold, to bind, to own. The other’s heart, a guarded space. Yet love’s true gift, it sets us free. To trust, to yield, to let it be. Can we release the need to claim? And find a love that knows no shame? Or will we always cling and doubt? And watch our true affections flout.