A poem by Linda Goodman

your icy voice put out the stars
it cracked my heart, and broke it in splinters
your tone as cold as Colorado winters

but I promise to soon forget
the contract we almost made . . . you'll feel
the swift response of an equal
.....as the dream begins to fade
I'll drown you in pseudo kindness
and a casual, friendly glance
I can almost imagine your blindness
.....as I watch and wait
for the chance
to suddenly -cruelly- make you know
how easy it was to let you go*

.....It's called The Sting of the Scorpion. And here's the secret I promised to reveal to the Taurus lady. It wasn't easy for him to let her go. It tore him apart. But he hid the pain of his own grief beneath the frozen features of the Scorpio detachment. Now that she's been told, she can, perhaps, penetrate his disguise and heal those broken splinters if she remembers this: when she's angry, a Taurus woman can truly project an "icy voice" and a "cold tone." How can she see how he feels inside, while she's wearing the blinders of stubborness? The only thing that kind of attitude will bring is "the swift response of an equal" - and he is her equal. In Fixity.....in patience.....in loyalty... but also in remembering hurt.....and in the need to learn how to forgive.