On this sacred day of rose-tinted skies and languid kisses from the cosmos,
I turn my heart—full and open—to Venus,
She who reigns over all things tender, all things true, all things touched by longing.

You, Divine Empress of softness and seduction,
Who gilds the edges of life with pleasure and poetry,
Who speaks in silk and moves like moonlight over still water.

To call upon you is to remember that beauty is a spell,
And love—real love—is not weakness, but holy warfare,
A rebellion in a world that worships detachment.

Venus, dress my heart in gold.
Anoint my lips with honeyed truth.
Let every glance I offer be a sanctuary.
Let every word I speak be velvet that heals.

Teach me to love like the ocean—deep, unapologetic, and full of mirrors.
Teach me to receive like a goddess seated on a throne of knowing.
Teach me to soften, not to shrink—
But to rise, unfurled and radiant, in my own divine rhythm.

On this Friday,
Let the air be scented with roses and revolution.
Let my desires be not distractions, but directions.
Let love find me not as chaos, but as clarity.

I give thanks for the beauty within me and around me—
For skin that glows,
For laughter that spills like wine,
For eyes that still dream.

Venus, may every love I give and receive be art.
May my presence bless rooms like perfume.
May I forever walk in the knowing that I, too, am a temple.

And so it is.