
A soft light, a quiet joy. Is Venus’ touch, a sweet decoy? It speaks of ease, of beauty found. We seek a world, where love is bound. Does starlight shape our hearts true? Or, just reflect what we pursue?
A gentle pull, a soft invite. Savor life’s moments, pure and bright. Not grand acts, but a tender gaze. Warm tunes, in life’s gentle maze. Venus weaves threads, binds us near. Harmony’s touch, banishes fear.
But harmony is fragile now. Sharp sounds, harsh edges, they avow. Venus’ whisper, lost and small. We build beauty, break down the wall. Spaces for love, where hearts can call.
Love’s not always a burning fire. Quiet knowing, a soft desire. Shared silence, comfort’s gentle hand. We see each other, understand. Humanity’s bond, a truth we claim. We’re all connected, not the same.
Venus’ breeze, a shifting sight. Some days, its presence, pure and bright. Other days, a soft, low tone. Beauty’s reminder, never alone. It hides beneath, a gentle plea. Beauty’s solace, sets us free.
We seek beauty, soothe our soul. Does starlight pull, or make us whole? Peace arrives, in life’s hard fight. Beauty’s found, in our own light. Respite’s found, from life’s loud call. A piece of us, stands strong and tall.
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