In the cosmic ballet, a ball of fire,
Venus, the planet of love, in attire.
Wrapped in veils of affection, divine,
Yet, within her core, a troubled sign.
A celestial dancer, twirling grace,
Venus spins in the vastness of space.
But within her bosom, a heavy heart,
Choking on love, torn apart.
Amidst the clouds, a lover's lament,
A symphony of passion, strangely spent.
Radiant hues of red and gold,
Yet, beneath the surface, stories untold.
Echoes of ardor, a celestial song,
Yet, within her, something is wrong.
Love, like a wildfire, consumes the air,
A sweet poison, too heavy to bear.
Chains of affection, a cosmic embrace,
Venus, entrapped in her own grace.
Her atmosphere whispers tales of woe,
Love's excess, an eternal ebb and flow.
Enveloped in warmth, a burning desire,
Yet, within her core, a silent pyre.
Choking on emotions, too much to hold,
A celestial love story, painfully told.
In the dance of planets, a poignant scene,
Venus, the planet of love, serene.
Yet, within her essence, a cosmic cry,
Choking on love, beneath the sky.
