From ashes cold, the phoenix wakes,
In Venus’ glow, a heart remakes.
With wings of fire and soul anew,
Hope rekindles, love’s light imbues.

Soft whispers of the morning star,
Guide the rebirth from near and far.
In beauty’s grace, the past it sheds,
Embracing life where hope once fled.

A dance of flames, a hymn of skies,
In Venus’ name, the spirit flies.
For in each end, a dawn does start,
A second chance, a brand new heart.