Merging back to wholeness:
It has always been our destiny.
We’re the gods of love and war,
trying to find our way.
Alike to Venus, cascading for Mars.
Meant to share our gift together,
a love-child Cupid,
To be a gate back to innocence
And a higher collective consciousness.
With our unique signature to contract:
We breed unconditional love.
To heal the world and it’s hurts as parents.
As mother’s and father’s to God’s children.
We are passion.
By loving ourselves,
We teach our love to you.
Lit with the heat of the sun.
Only we understand it’s pain.
It has been fated- The constellations.
The midnight-blue print of our mission:
To give love.
To be saved by love.
Ultimately to find union,
while eliminating human hate.
A blue chakra of communication drowns,
But in our excitement of heat,
Our connected 3rd eye is born.
Burning bright and hot in its ionized molecules.
We must collide and face the fears of stardust.
But what stubborn hearts are we?
To be so sacrificed,
And still so alone?
Always fighting the magnetism
Trying to continue to be separate poles.
In need of the flip of attraction.
Oh lover, what could we be?
If we learned to flip and yield?
Imagine the fabled strength as gods!
To protect each other’s weaknesses.
To be two expansive universe’s
We could heal all life through love.
Avoiding disaster and Typhoon.
We were always meant to merge back to one.
Toward our beginning.
And as for me, I will always travel light years
To return back home,
Always to you.