The morning star, they say, shining bright, Masking the scars of an unyielding night. In your gaze, I see the clouds, Thick with sorrow — oh, Venus, how proud.
Red dust swirls around the barren plains, Remnants of where love dropped its chains. Lonely echoes through canyons deep, A warrior's heart in a silent keep.
Grand and tempestuous, your storms collide, Like debates grandpas have when planets bide. In storms of gas and gravity's pull, Lies the heart of our cosmic duel.
Rings that cradle and bind with grace, In their cold touch, I seek your face. A dance of ice in endless waltz, Forgiveness lies in your celestial vaults.
Whispers beneath the azure tide, Lost echoes where the dreams reside. Gathered in depths, secrets sleep, Cried through the night, a lullaby deep.