Venus stirs

Got a little mushy with this one, but a little tender moment can be cleansing, even created in one's mind

Upon softness

The words flutter

By as the beauty

Of the butterfly

Hands grasped

As shackles to

Remain in

Tender sync

Reveal the

Within for

Without falls

Through cracks

Into emptiness

The glow of

Hearts burning

Sensation aware

The two as

The one

Moving towards

The Sun

Planetary goddess

Behold the work

Of your being

And become

The essence

Of Love

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