"Have you ever met a Libra?
Scales tipping toward one side
Whichever plate, is laden most
You know it holds their pride
They vie to seem to others
More holy than the rest
But if their pride, fancies you weak
You then become their pest
The air they hold, is heated hot
They'll suck it out the room
I really hope, those windy wafts
Were worth the family's tomb
Venus is your planet's god
Of love, and light, and free
The disappointment on her face
Who cares should you feel glee?
The crab, the ram, and arrow
Your children there are three
But two you love, much more than one
That's probably cause of me
A Libran level headed,
To me there is no thing
So Venus please, take back these kin
Or please let these words ring
Rest assured I have met Libra's
Scales weighted to one side
Whichever plate your fingers pick
Just know they wish you died."
-E.S.J
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem