Venus longs to love, while Rahu craves more’,
A thousand wishes, an open door’.
You shape your smile to suit their eyes,
And bury your truth beneath replies.
You give your all to make them stay,
And push your own desires away.
A little praise can lift your skies,
A hint of doubt can dim your eyes.
But love should never be a price,
Nor kindness mean self-sacrifice.
If pleasing others is your art,
Who tends the garden of your heart?
Are you loving, free and true,
Or chasing praise to feel loved too?
Venus may cherish the love you give,
But Rahu asks how much you’ll relive
The endless chase for a stranger’s praise,
Until you lose yourself along the way.
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