It Will Come in Time

He and I. Hopefully.

She speaks from a distance,

only so far.

He is as close as one can be,

but she cannot touch him.

Though she longs for her light 

to combine with his darkness,

she remains reserved and patient.

Mars, and its fiery, dark body 

will soon align with the Sun's reays.

The connection is written in the stars and space.

It will all come in time.

The bond will consummate.

The Lion will not fall for the Lamb,

but rather for the dominant Ram.

The prey that is sought after will become

the eternal mate.

And all will rest in the fire,

till it ends in cinders,

of contentment.

The End

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