Venus the Woman, Mars the Man

(TWIN FLAMES) Like he pleaded for your friendship Let’s say he did, alright he did! Polite rejection would be great, But all those “hellos” were as fake He thought being true was good enough, And hoped by her life would look up. As in his mind was the thought born, It there did die before it sprung. Quite all the moxie that he had, Without a toil would have been hers, Yet she felt naught (like would a corpse) When all his dreams drained through the crust. Like she pleaded to thus be strung, Let’s say she did but was not wrong. A gentle advance would’ve been best, She tagged the others guys “coquettes”. How would he know? He’s quite sinless, And the movies would neither help - Nor would these books reveal to him, How upon maids, they work their wits. Maybe she was, and’s still like him, And never hopes to turn from it, Maybe she too is still as true, And hence she fell on tenterhooks. She could be hurt and not retell, The wondrousness within herself, And how his fancy had took her, From that first glance and salient smirk. Like they both pleaded to be born Dizygotic or one by one. One should suffer, one should serve One should proffer the other care. Once on the earth and swarmed by dreams Either, confused reality. Who would be crowned? Venus or Mars? Or would they both meet in the stars? “Like a cold corpse felt naught” he thought, Her heart was cold and dangerous. Like autumn leaves are fallen dead, She thought, “no love was on his head”.