
Venus dims, and love grows cold. The heart, once open, hesitates now. Warmth fades, replaced by quiet distance. A touch lingers without its spark. Silence grows where laughter once lived.
Romance wilts like petals in frost. Emotion flutters but cannot take flight. Longing deepens, yet words feel empty. Passion weakens under the weight of doubt. A once-vivid world turns pale. Beauty feels distant, unreachable, lost.
Aspects and signs weave their influence. A sharp gaze dissects every flaw. Criticism replaces the softness of affection. Barriers rise where intimacy once thrived. Even desire flickers, uncertain and fragile. The absence of warmth lingers heavy.
Remedies whisper of rekindling lost fire. Mantras hum, calling love to return. Gemstones glisten with silent promises. Yet the heart hesitates, unsure, weary. Can connection be revived with effort? Or must love fade into memory?
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