Venus Of The Gods

Love found, love lost, love is fleeting
As I should know.
To love is to live and to die,
To give and to get.
When you love you are whole, when it’s lost
You are broken.
Being Venus does not change the magic
Of love, it is special,
It is fragile, it will last forever.
But when the love you have is diminished,
By time, space or choice
It does not fully leave, no,
It changes and grows as you change and you grow.
Love is alive with passion
And desire.
It is a poison and a savior,
A soldier and a peacemaker.
Hold it dear and let it grow, but when the time comes,
Let it go as I should know.

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