
Mars and Venus clash, love and war entwined. Tarot speaks, of passion’s fleeting grasp.
Knight of Wands surges, reckless and wild. The Devil binds, obsession takes root. Queen of Wands smolders, confident yet dangerous. The Lovers unite, torn between fate and choice.
We chase fire, longing for warmth. Heat sears, yet hearts remain unsatisfied. Three of Swords strikes, love turns to pain. Ashes settle, where passion once thrived.
Can this burn last, or consume all? The Tower falls, illusions collapse. Four of Cups sighs, longing lost to excess. Nine of Swords lingers, regret’s cold breath.
We crave escape, yet resist release. Tarot shows passion, but warns of its cost. Can love endure, when all else is flame?
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