Venus isn’t happy? Neither is your love life

Venus, once my heart’s guide, fades. Her light is distant now. My chart shows a cold heart. Connections slip away, out of reach. Dating feels endless, like an unbroken night. Each step feels heavier than the last. Love’s path is fragile, like glass.

Venus’s place matters more than I know. The signs whisper my desires. Aries burns too quickly, too bright. Taurus seeks roots that never grow. My heart longs for steady hands. But all I find is fleeting touch.

Retrograde clouds my hopes, once bright. Past hurts linger, clouding new chances. Love feels delayed, out of sight. Every step toward love feels slow. Clarity hides, leaving confusion in its wake. I walk lost in a gray fog.

Planetary clashes deepen the pain I feel. Saturn’s weight crushes my spirit down. I wonder if I deserve love. Uranus shakes my bonds with chaos. Stability shatters, fragile as thread. My heart rides out a storm.

My houses are empty, silent, cold. Partnership’s door is locked, tight. Venus in the seventh brings no peace. Finding love seems impossible now. A part of me remains unseen. I search for someone to hold.

My chart tells a sorrowful tale. The Moon whispers, deep needs unmet. Mars’s fire flickers, fades too soon. I am a faded canvas, dull. Other hearts remain uncharted lands. My world is painted in blue.

Dating brings no joy, only loss. Astrology reveals patterns of heartache. I see the traps but still fall. Understanding brings no comfort, no ease. The stars show shadows, not light. Love’s compass spins, lost in space.

The stars may point the way. They show storms I cannot avoid. Yet hope’s light still flickers, small. Perhaps Venus will smile once more. Until then, melancholy surrounds my heart. I dream of a love that feels like home.