
Mars dims, its fire reduced to embers. Touch cools, no longer burning with need. Desire drifts, a forgotten whisper in silence. Passion, once electric, fades to absence. Love lingers, but the spark is missing.
Intimacy falters, lost in unspoken distance. The body feels like unfamiliar territory. Eyes meet, but longing does not follow. Connection weakens, burdened by invisible walls. Words fail to bridge the growing space.
Cancer buries feelings beneath quiet sorrow. Saturn weighs down the restless heart. Rahu distorts, twisting closeness into confusion. One seeks warmth; the other withdraws. The ache of absence becomes unbearable.
Remedies whisper of rekindled flames. Mantras hum, calling passion back home. Gemstones gleam, reflecting lost intensity. Yet, desire cannot be forced to burn. Fire must be nurtured, not demanded.
Can love survive without its heat? Only vulnerability can restore what is lost. Without it, touch remains empty, distant. True passion thrives in mutual surrender.
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