You like summers, I like winters,
It’s a curse on both of us,
I am She who is from Venus
You are Man who is from Mars.
You like morning, early morning
To be sunny, to be bright,
I like skies with gleaming stars
Night with its enchanting sight.
Moonlit streets and fields and gardens,
Skies that full of gleaming stars,
I am She who is from Venus,
You are Man who is from Mars.
Every look and every touch
Are strange and hazard so much,
And it couldn’t last forever,
Love that happens only once.
I am leaving for my Venus,
You are leaving for your Mars.
leaving
© Copyright: Светлана Сиверко, 2026
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