Have It in grasp, and suckle It close
For when It is gone
What is left?
Embrace It's beauty with a subtle kiss,
And let it be known to the world that It is a part of you.
The feeling of It against your aging skin,
The mixed feelings brought about by It.
Venus remains overhead in the desolate sky;
The Sickle comes crashing down to remove the weeds in due time.