In the hush before creation's breath,
When stars were seeds and silence death,
Two forces stirred the cosmic sea—
The flame of war, the kiss of plea.
Mars came clad in crimson flame,
His eyes like storms, his heart untamed.
He bore the scars of battles old,
His voice was iron, fierce and bold.
Venus rose on a mist of light,
With steps that softened darkest night.
She sang in tones the heart could hear,
And turned the tide of wrath to tear.
He drew his sword; she touched his hand—
And time stood still at love's command.
No blood was spilled, no shield was thrown,
Just silence deep as skin and bone.
"Why do you come? " he asked the air.
"To teach you how to kneel and care."
"Will I be weak? " he asked in fear.
"You'll be divine, " she said, "my dear."
They danced where galaxies were spun,
Where night and day dissolve as one.
His fire fed her glowing grace,
She held his rage in her embrace.
No longer foes, no longer lone,
They built a sky to call their own.
Each star a vow, each moon a song—
Where love and strength could both belong.
So, when you feel the war within,
The clash of pride and softest skin,
Recall this truth from ancient dust:
That love is fiercest when it's just.
Let Mars and Venus rise in you—
The bold, the tender, fierce and true.
For every heart, in dusk or dawn,
Weds war and peace before it's gone.
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