
Rahu sparks love like a shooting star. Bright, intense, but gone too soon. Passion ignites, wild and all-consuming. Desire surges, drowning out quiet reason. Hearts race, chasing something just out of reach.
Illusions weave a story of forever. Promises spill from lips too quickly. Emotion swells, untamed and untested. Reality blurs beneath the weight of fantasy. Love feels destined, yet oddly unreal.
Then, the fall—sudden, sharp, inevitable. Excitement fades, leaving a hollow ache. Connection, once electric, turns to dust. The mind spins, lost in confusion. What felt fated now seems uncertain.
Longing lingers, restless and insatiable. Novelty beckons, pulling love toward another spark. The heart, unfulfilled, reaches for more. But does more ever bring satisfaction? Or just another cycle of illusion?
Rahu tempts, but truth remains. Love cannot thrive on fleeting highs. Only depth, patience, and clarity endure. The soul craves something beyond illusion. Real love is not found in fire, but in the quiet glow that never fades.
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