The Taurus hears the wind blow through the petals.
It sounds like music from up there on the golden cloud, she sings with the birds and talks to the butterflies, heaven’s light shines through her
round moon eyes. Stardust falls from her hair, she is the pearl of Venus, the most beautiful of archetype.
The apple cheeks and honey dew voice. She is one with nature, her spectacular form immersing into every frost and feather.
Her body is a temple built by the hands of God, who worked so hard they calloused, and he wrapped it all around her heart, so her face would be beautiful.
But her heart wise and weathered. Her nature is infinitely stoic, she stands still and firm in the midst of chaos, the is the protector from every element. The Taurus is honest, modest, seductive, and
expresses with great morals and integrity.
Even though her body is the valley that creates hysteria and hurricanes. Through it all, the Scorpio rain and Aquarius lightning storm, she is the guardian of beauty, the aroma of analgesia, the voice of sunlight
the milky haze of moonlight. The Taurus was the first dream. The first image of the universe’s stunning creative genius, the sculpture it has created
glowingly exquisite in body, soul, and in radiating Venus heart
-Cherry