Born a poet, abused as a child, the poet went dark and a warrior emerged. Years spent as a warrior, the poet silenced until awakened by love for another 40 years later. The warrior at last retired, the poet has returned. I write of love, and of love lost. I write in honor of she that broke through my shell and awakened the poet who slumbered for so long. She has gone from my life, but her memory lives on in my soul and my words. I called her Venus, a name and legend of great personal meaning to me. I loved her deeply from the depths of my soul... I love her still, truth be told.