If Men are from Venus, Women from Mars

Venus, the one lone bright star in a pale blue sky.

She is out to greet us before the day darkens,

her long white robes flowing,

her beauty beguiles like a siren beckoning,

shining brightly, a beacon of love for Mars to follow home.

Mars is nowhere to be seen,

he’s still at the pub putting the world to rights,

talking shop and arguing law,

while drinking nectar from the Gods.

Would it be different if Men were from

Venus and Women were from Mars?

The man at home shining his love

for her in a blaze of white light,

she returning safely to his masculine

embrace to receive love’s true kiss.

His angry and jealous emotions lying

just beneath the surface ready to pounce

should she deliver him an excuse

to feel rightly aggrieved,

for he is not a good house keeper

or able to be kept by the hand of his lady.

The world would be unbalanced if Mars

subdued his war cry and Venus changed her robes..

And if Venus were to extinguish her beacon of love

then who will shine their light for all to see,

be that bright star in the sky giving strength and

hope so that eternity can follow a path of love?

She is the strength necessary for all men to exist.

A reason to want to put the world to rights.