
The heart calls, a quiet pull. The Moon shimmers, emotions shift and sway. Venus smiles, desire weaves a golden thread. Love’s touch soothes, yet longing lingers.
The Tarot speaks of unity’s glow. Two of Cups’ souls meet, hearts entwine. The Empress nurtures, love’s warmth cradles dreams. Ten of Cups’ joy’s promise, harmony’s gentle embrace.
Yet, shadows stir within love’s light. The Devil tightens, attachments blur and bind. The Hanged Man surrenders, but at what cost? Self fades, lost in love’s depth.
The heart seeks closeness, the soul space. The Lovers dance, unity and selfhood entwined. Love should complement, not consume completely. Can we hold, yet remain whole?
The Star glows, a distant guide. Hope lingers, love can uplift gently. The High Priestess whispers, trust intuition’s quiet truth. Love’s path unfolds, balance is key.
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