Without giving a thought to what might be the feelings of a fellow-creature thus abruptly deprived of its closest companion, Peter at once considered how he could turn the catastrophe to his own use.…
Taurus men and women are quiet, steady, practical people, who try to mind their own business. On occasion, they can be fierce, though most of the time they retain an admirable calm. A Bull can look a tornado in the eye, if necessary, without flinching or batting a lash. Nevertheless, his (or her) splendid strength and determined staying power is a poor match for the flashing agility of a pair of Twins, who can cleverly twist and turn their way out of any earthly threat—the Twins, of course, being two different people disguised as one, who call themselves Gemini.
Pity the poor Taureans who are faced with these two fast-moving, twinkle-toed people, with razor-sharp minds, skipping around and confusing them, all the time giving them the illusion that they are facing but a single toreador. It’s hard to see how anyone can find sport in cruelly tormenting a great, noble beast, whose only desire is to be left alone, in peace. It almost makes one wish for the Bull to score, with a sudden, furious thrust of his horns. Sometimes, that happens. And it’s a fair warning to misguided Geminis, who have no idea how unpleasant it feels to be struck unexpectedly from the rear, when you’re grinning and bowing and gracefully bobbing around—and not looking behind you.
I have a Taurus neighbor, whose daughter, also a Taurus, fell in love with a Gemini charmer. After six months went by, and she still hadn’t brought him home to meet the family, the Taurean began to be curious, and finally, became concerned. What’s with the mystery routine? Are you ashamed of him? Does this guy have two heads or something? (He had no idea how warm he was getting.) One afternoon, he ran into his daughter and her Gemini boyfriend on the street, so the three of them (the four of them?) had lunch, and got to know each other. To his delight, the Bull discovered his future son-in-law was bright, handsome, courteous and versatile. (Oh, was he versatile!) He spoke six languages, piloted his own plane, had degrees from two universities and played the saxophone.
Over the cheese soufflé, the Gemini brilliantly discussed his career (he was a public relations counsel), his political views, and his religious beliefs. When the hypnotized Taurus father admired the huge diamond ring that glittered on one of the Gemini’s expressive, artistic hands, he was told, It’s a family heirloom that belonged to my great-grandfather, and it’s insured for seventy thousand dollars. No doubt about this man being financially stable enough for his daughter. At last, the Gemini remarked he had to dash off to see his stockbroker, smilingly waved goodbye and disappeared. He forgot to pick up the check, but that was an obvious oversight. After all, the man had a lot on his mind, between his clients, his Wall Street investments—and being in love.
The following week, in one of those flukes of fate, the Taurus was having his hair cut by a barber, who just happened to be the Gemini’s brother-in-law, and the truth came out. He wasn’t a public relations counsel, he was an assistant to a veterinarian. He had two wives and five children he had neglected to mention. His academic degrees consisted of a high school equivalency diploma. The plane was a single-engine model aircraft he flew in the park on Sundays. And the diamond was one of the imitation zircons he sold through a mail-order house, to make enough bread for his weekly lessons on the saxophone, which he did happen to play rather well. I’d class him as a young Hymie Shertzer, but with a real pop sense of jazz, you know? mused the barber brother-in-law. A sense of jazz indeed.
How did the Taurean father react to this gross betrayal of faith, involving his adored Taurus daughter, and his own judgment of character? With the blind fury and violent rage of a Bull who has been red-flagged once too often. Fortunately, by the time he reached the Gemini’s apartment, the Twins had just left for Mexico, to join a rock group on a tour of South America. However, two years later, Gemini returned, felt a sentimental urge to visit the scene of the romantic crime, and paid a call on his old Taurus girlfriend. At first she stubbornly refused his apologies, but within a half-hour she had forgiven him (the Gemini charm), and melted into his arms. In another fluke of fate, at that precise moment, the father Bull walked through the door. (I mean he actually did nearly walk through the door). I will spare you the gruesome details. Later, when the stitches were removed, the Twins left once again for Mexico, this time to take up permanent residence there. It was a wise move.
It takes a Taurus man, woman or child a long time to learn, but a lesson learned is never forgotten. Never. An elephant is absent-minded, when compared to the memory of a Taurean once wounded. Naturally, not every Gemini keeps his (or her) Twin Selves as separate as the traveling sax player. Most Geminis manage to blend their two distinct personalities into one bright, intelligent and interesting human being, reasonably honest, and refreshingly adaptable. Still, the Geminian ability to change from one viewpoint to another, when it seems necessary for survival, can give Taurus an uneasy feeling that something is happening that he (or she) can’t quite grab—or trust.
This is a 2-12 Sun Sign Pattern, meaning that Taurus is the sign immediately behind Gemini on the karmic wheel. Therefore, Gemini contains a soul memory of the opportunities it’s possible to miss, through excessive Taurean caution. That’s why Geminis of both sexes, and all ages, are so anxious to avoid mental ruts, or any other sort of stalemates, in this incarnation. Yet, the Twins sympathize with the Taurus reluctance to toss away security in favor of the unknown more than most other Sun Signs do because, in a subconscious sense, they’ve been there.
As for the Bulls, since Gemini follows Taurus on the astrological circle, all Taurus men and women are faintly aware that they have something to learn from these bright, quick people. But what Gemini wants to teach, Taurus finds difficult to comprehend. The Bulls would like to be able to take life more casually, to think fast on their feet, toss away the past without regret, and skip happily ahead into a new adventure each day. He—or she—wistfully yearns for the freedom of spirit that Gemini, running a few lengths ahead, keeps dangling in front of the slower Taurean, sparkling and enticing. But—what if someone should break into the house, and steal all the Bull’s precious possessions while he (or she) is out chasing fireflies with the Twins? What if one should happen to stumble, and break one’s big toe, while jogging alongside Gemini? And what if the night air should give Taurus a sore throat? Who will be waiting back home to nurse and care for him (or her)?
It’s always easier to sell life insurance or Blue Cross to Taurus than to Gemini. A typical astrological Sun Sign situation is a Gemini salesman or saleswoman, from a Scorpio insurance agency, fast-talking a Taurean customer into signing up for a huge stack of varied policies and annuities. Bulls are usually careful not to fall for a Mercurial pitch, except when it comes to purchasing solid security and protection for their families and their possessions, not to mention protecting their incomes in the future. Then, the Bulls become helpless pawns in the hands of a clever and charming Geminian.
Often the dogmatic Taurean determination to stick with facts that have been tried and tested may seem like stubborn prejudice to the more liberal, open-minded Gemini person. Conversely, the typical Bull feels it’s always possible for an apparently accurate statement of brilliant Gemini logic to be actually conveying a falsehood or deception behind the surface glibness. What gives Taureans their initial mistrust of Gemini is the Twins’ amazing dexterity of speech. Anyone who can juggle words with such ease, and spin them into such hypnotic tales full of wit and excitement, is suspect to the less loquacious Bulls, who tend to make every word count in their own rare speeches. In verbal showmanship, the Gemini man or woman is nearly always supremely eloquent, seemingly logical and clear. Only a Libran can match Gemini’s powers of persuasion. But Taurus is not persuaded so quickly.
Not all Geminis are completely straightforward in their methods of arguing. Some of them veer away from the issue, on side trips, inciting Taurus to shout, angrily, Stick to the point, will you? Stop rationalizing! Gemini also leans toward a certain amount of diffusiveness and repetition in speech patterns, which sometimes causes Taurean friends, relatives, business associates, lovers or mates to get into the Fixed habit of simply tuning out, after the third or fourth repeat.
The typical Gemini is blessed with great verbal dexterity as demonstrated by the acclaimed writer and comedian, Mike Myers. The Gemini mind at its sharpest and best can also appease two opposing parties by cleverly confusing each side while irresistibly courting the approval of both. It’s easy to see why Geminis are adept as politicians. They’re able to bring opposite opinions together and hang them on a thread of truth, coated with charm and logic, creating an aura of idealism and peace on all sides. Gemini is not called the communicator without cause. President John F. Kennedy was a most typical Geminian, in every respect.
The airy detachment of Gemini can hurt and annoy Taurus, by turns, because, to the Bulls, detachment is indicative of being either rudely ignored or condescendingly patronized, neither of which is particularly pleasing to them. Some Bulls carry the scars of real or imagined rejection from an Air Sign for many years. It’s often what causes those streaks of bull-headed stubbornness. For the life of them, Geminis can’t see how anyone could be so opinionated that he (or she) is deaf to all logic and reason. Yet, an affectionate word or two, an arm thrown round a shoulder, or a warm, friendly clasp of hands (any form of touching) will make the tender, Venus-ruled Taurean heart melt like butter in the Sun. For all their cleverness, Geminis frequently fail to comprehend this magic formula for softening the Fixed and firm Taurean mental or emotional position. The occasional coldness projected by the Mental Sign of the Twins will only freeze the Bull into a more solid lump of obstinate earth. (Frozen ground is harder to shovel, you know, than the soft, rich earth, which has been kissed awake by the summer Sun.)
Geminis are always looking for short cuts. All right, Twins, here’s a short cut to your compatibility with Bulls. The most common cause of tension between you is the Taurus habit of feeling, when he (or she) ought to think—and your own habit of thinking, when you ought to feel. Don’t try to dazzle the Bulls with your brilliance—baffle them with bear hugs.
Taurus Woman and Gemini Man
Wendy was pained too to find that the past year was but as yesterday to Peter; it had seemed such a long year of waiting to her. But he was exactly as fascinating as ever.…
While the Taurus woman sits beneath the rose bush, carefully stitching a piece of needlework, with the words Home, Sweet Home, the Gemini man is drumming his restless fingers on the window pane, humming his own melody and lyric to Song of the Open Road. No matter where these two (these three, counting his invisible Twin self) meet along life’s highway, they’ll eventually reach a fork in the path that will force them to flip a coin, to decide which one to take—the one leading to a comfortable, conventional marriage—or the one leading to a casual affair, with no strings attached to the heart. Correction: He’ll flip a coin. She’ll consult her common sense, to see if she might be headed in the wrong direction.
Once a Taurus woman is absolutely sure she loves a Gemini man, she’ll first try everything in her considerable power to entice him into a permanent arrangement, complete with both social and legal sanction. And she possesses more weapons for enticement than you may think: erotic sensuality, tender affection, rich humor, fantastic home-baked biscuits, patience and fortitude. If none of these powerful feminine wiles work, she’ll sigh softly, take a deep breath, and settle herself cozily into the role of mistress, still secretly using the very same weapons, but content to wait until he sees the light. Everything comes to him—or her—who waits, is her philosophy. A Taurus woman may be cautious about getting her feet tangled up in romantic poison ivy in the beginning; she may be slow to allow herself to get tripped up by moonlight and roses, and fragile promises, at the start. However, once this lady has fallen, she has fallen, and it takes a steel derrick, or a Mack truck, to pull her out. Sometimes, the four-wheel drive of her common sense comes to the rescue, sometimes not.
Geminis are equally as wary as Taurus about being trapped in the beginning, but even after a Mercury Bird has capitulated to love, he keeps one light foot in the bedroom and one poised on the front porch for ready flight, if necessary. He’ll tenderly give her one of his Twin hearts to have and to hold, but he hangs on to the other—just in case the one he gave away should happen to become soiled or broken, or damaged in any way. What good is a cracked heart to him? It will never sell as a new one. Think of the depreciation. It’s a kind of Gemini insurance policy against disillusionment. That’s where they differ. (I mean, that’s one of the ways they differ.)
The Taurus woman, who is ordinarily so respectful of all kinds of insurance, has no emotional insurance against hurt, once she’s handed over her loyalty to another human being. Unless there are severe afflictions to her natal Mars or Venus (or Sun), this lady will wait out anything, from another woman to poverty. She’ll calmly ignore the changeable antics of her altar-shy, Mercury-ruled man, and not always—but usually—she’ll win. If there are certain planetary squares or oppositions in her birth chart, it’s possible that she may be the one to break his heart by chasing will-o’-the-wisps of pleasure just to torment her Gemini man, whose love is delicate and easily torn apart. But that’s an exception to the rule, and the average Taurean Bull will sit serenely by the fire, toasting her toes and calmly counting the days between visits from her lover.
Her friends will try to make this sentimental woman see that she may be wasting her life, but she won’t listen. She’ll stubbornly insist that the delays preventing their marriage are valid ones, that tomorrow, next week, next month, next year—it will all work out. They love each other, and love can make anything happen, can’t it? Yes, it can. But not when love is blind, as Taurus love sometimes is. A Taurean who’s convinced she’s right is difficult to lead into a realization of the truth—the truth being that all may not be lost if she recognizes the danger of a dead-end scene in time to zap some life back into the romance. But she may not want to admit things aren’t as rosy as they could be. As sensible as she is about everything else, she can be incredibly foolish when it comes to her own emotional security. If he has the Moon in an Earth or Water Sign, or she has the Moon in a Fire or Air Sign, they have a better chance to stay together, each supplying what is missing in the other. And that can be a mighty satisfying arrangement.
A Gemini man is quickly bored with the same woman, but that doesn’t have to mean infidelity. He just likes to examine the various faces of the woman he loves, test the nuances of her emotional facets—sort of look at her through trick mirrors, for a change of mood. But the Taurus female has only three moods: sweet, affectionate contentment, sullen brooding—and raging fury. A Mercury man may secretly wish she’d vary them with a few impulsive whims, careless excitement, or a game of emotional hide-and-seek, now and then. She may hate change, but learning to adapt to new patterns is a necessity for a woman in love with a pair of Gemini Twins.
She might like it, if she tried doing something new and wild each week. It doesn’t have to be as far fetched as volcano boarding, or shark fishing. Maybe just part her hair on the other side, for a change (when a Taurus woman does that, it’s a clear signal for the man who can read it) or switch her brand of bath oil, or throw some mushrooms in with the eggplant. She might even try saying she’s sorry when she’s wrong, instead of pouting. A Taurus woman has a way of choosing a side, and staying there, refusing even to listen to an apology, much less a compromise. This woman doesn’t realize how cruel and cold she seems, once she’s made up her mind and slammed the door shut on any further discussion.
Sexually, the same problems of change-versus-stubbornness may creep into their relationship. She wants to be well loved, and to her, the physical expression of that love should be a rich and total experience. She expects complete sensual satisfaction from a lover, and she gives him full measure in return. A Taurus woman thinks sex is great because it produces sweet, cuddly babies and brings emotional peace and physical fulfillment at the same time—a triple blessing. When she makes love, there’s nothing misty about it. She wants to feel her man is there beside her—all there—not just the parts of him he’s not using while he’s daydreaming. Since his Mercurial mind may be wandering on the wind, she may resent what she interprets as his lack of earthy passion, his casual attitude. And he may resent what he sees as her intrusion into his emotional privacy, which Gemini will consider sacred, even during their most intimate moments. She might have to persuade herself to try various, different approaches to pull him off his cloud and back into her arms. Otherwise, he may grow weary of beating his wings against a stone wall, and become even more detached. He’ll be happier than he guesses, however, if he allows her to show him the way to a deeper affection by trusting her more instinctive Venus vibrations, and her earthiness, instead of hovering somewhere, just out of touch, when she needs him so profoundly. All Air Signs tend to mistrust sex, in a vague sort of way, unless it’s first been strained through the imagination, which sometimes purges it of its very essence. A Gemini man wants his sexual experience diluted, in varying degrees, with fiction and fantasy.
I know a Taurus woman who was deeply and genuinely in love with a peripatetic Gemini man from California, for more years than she’s able to forget, and maybe she still is in love with him, in her own stubborn way. There were several Neptune trines between their birth charts, creating a rare emotional bond. But his twin Gemini desires never blended into one single dream she could depend on. Finally, she realized he could give nothing more than ephemeral promises, so she cut the cord between them with the cold, sharp scissors of Taurus determination. Now he can no longer reach as she refuses to answer either her telephone—or her heart—when they ring. She’s a Bull with an iron will and there’s no going back once her mind has been made up firmly.
And so, a Gemini man isn’t always blameless when his affair with a Taurean woman has tied itself into obstinate knots. He can wear himself into his own kind of rut. He might pause, during one of his spins around the carousel of changing lights and sounds, and ask himself if he’s still hearing the same calliope music he heard when he first jumped on for the ride. A melody without words. .… a story without an ending. .… a whirl around a circle that goes nowhere but back to the beginning. How many brass rings must a man grab to jingle in his pocket—to watch turn green, and tarnish—until he reaches for one made of solid gold?
Taurus Man and Gemini Woman
He loved flowers (I have been told) and sweet music (he was himself no mean performer on the harpsichord); and, let it be frankly admitted, the idyllic nature of the scene stirred him profoundly. Mastered by his better self he would have returned reluctantly to the tree … …
Someone once wrote a verse about a man nothing could deter—nor rain, nor storm, nor gloom of night could keep him from his appointed rounds. The reference has been applied to a postman. But it certainly must have been a Taurus postman, probably delivering a Valentine.
The slow, smoldering passion of the Bull is not easily, nor quickly, aroused. It grows in him, you might say, rather insidiously, sneaking up on him gradually, and gathering great strength as it sneaks. After this man’s senses have been ensnared, or his Venus-ruled heart has been touched, he’ll seldom, if ever, go back on his choice (unless his Moon or Ascendent is in Gemini, Sag or Pisces). His instinctive attitude toward involvement is total, and he’ll follow it through to the bitter (or sweet) end, through rain, sleet, snow—yes, often even through the Gemini woman’s unexpected hurricanes of anger or tornados of emotion. He’s a regular Pony Express, all by himself, the Taurus man.
Nothing and no one, no consideration of reputation (normally his chief concern), no negative opinions of relatives or friends will stop or even slightly sway this otherwise sensible male when he’s fallen in love. The moment a normally practical Taurean gets caught in a romantic web, his common sense is buried beneath his newly discovered sense of touching, hearing, smelling and seeing the woman of his quiet, but nonetheless deep, dreams. He’s capable of making promises of eternal fidelity, and keeping them—faithful, steady and loyal almost beyond belief. Once truly in love, Taurus is in love for keeps. If it doesn’t work out to a faerie-tale ending, the Bull may pine away in heartbreak, or drown himself in other sensual experiences, like becoming a morose alcoholic (one of the most terrifying mistakes a Taurean can make), or a gluttonous gourmet, an equally unnatural state to Taurus, since the Bull’s higher instincts are to avoid excesses of any kind.
He sounds like every woman’s imaginary romantic daydream come true. Except to the Gemini woman, whose daydreams of love are not quite so all encompassing, or down to earth. Gemini is airy. Gemini flies free, like a kite, sometimes buffeted by the wind, falling, then rising again on the whim of a passing breeze—but always soaring beautifully, catching the sunlight between clouds, and reflecting it back again.
The talented comedian-actor Orson Bean once quite precisely described a Gemini woman he knew. He asked her, What is your husband’s birthday? And she immediately exclaimed, Oh, good grief! I don’t have a husband.
You sound as if you don’t like men, he said to her then, surprised. No, she replied merrily, I adore men! It’s husbands I can’t stand. Bean persisted. But why? What’s wrong with husbands? Gemini mused thoughtfully for only a second, before she answered. Well, they’re so darned possessive. Like, they want to know who you’re dating, and. .… her voice trailed off.
Now, to the average person reading this, and surely to the Bulls reading this, that Gemini woman’s answer may seem shockingly sexually promiscuous. Not to an astrologer. I analyze her answer differently, understanding Mercury double-talk as I do. You see, she was simply being true to her Twin Self. A date to Gemini can be a harmless appointment with her hairstylist, her manicurist, her dentist, her therapist or her brother-in-law. This woman is always making dates to meet people, then shows up late, or forgets all about them. It isn’t that she’s seeking an affair or a casual sexual encounter, just someone who’s fun to be with, and exciting to talk to, who will stimulate her imagination. At least, that’s the way it begins, and that’s where it will usually remain, if she’s properly understood. Remember, there are, at all times, two of her, and how can one man keep two women happy every minute of the day and night? It becomes, after awhile, a sort of a mathematical problem, you see. (Taurus may not see.)
Her social need to move around, and mix, in the company of both sexes, needn’t destroy a relationship. She can be deeply committed to one man, even though she needs the company of several dozen, on occasion. But try to get a possessive Bull to comprehend such a need. I mean, she can try, but she’s taking a chance. It would be better if she explained it all to him before they marry, then all he can do is pull a slow burn and stalk off in anger. If she waits till later, when he considers her his lifelong possession belonging exclusively to him, in every way—and then tells him that she’s simply got to get out and tumble with the acrobats and spin around on the Ferris Wheel once in a while because she’s often so bored—or else go daffy—his reaction may be identical, but his anger won’t be so controlled. The typical Taurus man will not take kindly to the discovery that his woman wants to run to the carnival every fortnight or so. You can bet on it.
Of course, if his Moon or Ascendent happens to be in Gemini, Libra, Aquarius, Leo or Aries—or if his natal Mars or Venus is in Gemini, conjunct her Sun—everything could be peachy. He’ll have the stability and the quiet soothing influence of his Taurus Sun Sign to affectionately pin down her wings when she needs it, but just enough air to fan her enthusiasms, or just enough fire to catch the spark of her freedom himself. As for her, if her Moon or Ascendent is in Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces or Cancer (it will help if she has Mars or Venus in Taurus), she’ll be content to sit cozily at his feet much (not all) of the time, and let him scratch her head while she purrs like a pussycat or moos to match his mating sounds.
Otherwise, he’ll find it difficult to communicate with her, and she’ll find it difficult to cope with him. For example, in the area of money. She delights in spending it, he leans heavily toward saving it. In the area of food. He’s obsessed with eating it (though usually not to excess, depending) and she probably despises cooking it. Salads she can toss with one hand behind her back. Anything more complicated she’d just as soon leave to the chef at her favorite French restaurant.
He’ll have heavy trouble understanding her Mercurial moods, and this woman can change moods like some people change shirts in a tropical zone. It started back when she was a child. First she wanted to be a nun. Then she wanted to be a priest. Things like that. Now she switches from gay to depressed, from generous to stingy. First she wants to be an actress, then she wants to get a degree in anthropology. A Bull can become understandably edgy when she’s pulling one of her quick changes. He’ll walk in some late afternoon, give her a big, warm bear hug, and she’ll shock him by nearly swooning in his arms.
|Taurus:||What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’re as white as a sheet.|
|Gemini:||Oh, I’m so weak, darling. Please, help me to the couch.|
|Taurus:||But, baby, what is it?|
|Gemini:||There are colored spots before my eyes, and the room is spinning around. I’m so dizzy. And there’s a sharp pain in my head. My arms and fingers are numb. Look—I can’t move them.|
|Taurus:||My God! I’ll call the doctor right away. Just lie there quietly, now, and don’t move.|
|Gemini:||May I put my head on your shoulder?|
|(Five seconds pass, by the clock.)|
|Taurus:||How do you feel, darling? (Lifting the receiver, and preparing to dial the doctor.)|
|Gemini:||Great! Let’s go swimming! I’ll race you to the pool!|
Oh, I don’t know. I suppose, after all, maybe a Taurean could cope with it better than most other men. You must admit it takes nerves of steel to handle a scene like that, several times a day. And most Bulls do have steel nerves.
Their sexual relationship can be just as changeable. She’ll cuddle up to him some evening, right after dinner, and whisper, Rudolph, let’s go to bed early tonight, and pretend we’re on our honeymoon, back in that little cabin in the mountains in Switzerland. Well, you certainly don’t have to hit a Bull over the head, after a hint like that.
|Taurus:||(his passion pounding) Wait until I put out the lights, sweetheart. I’ll be right there.|
|Gemini:||(already in the bedroom) Hurry, darling, hurry! Oh, just look at the Moon! It’s so beautiful, and the stars are so bright. I think I’ll make a wish on one of them.…|
|Taurus:||(already snuggled beneath his favorite Teddy-Bear blankets) Honey, will you please get away from that window, and come here, close to me?|
|Gemini:||Okay, but do you know where the yardstick is? I want to measuresomething right away.|
|Taurus:||You want to do what?|
|Gemini:||I want to measure this wall, to see if there’s enough space to have a fireplace built in here, just like the one we had in our honeymoon cabin. Wouldn’t that be romantic? Hand me the telephone, will you, Rudy? Be an angel. I want to call the carpenters right now, before they close the office. Put on the light. I can’t find the directory in the dark, for heaven’s sake.|
Yes, it takes nerves of steel. Taureans are sensual, erotically inclined, and deeply passionate lovers. Gemini approaches sex as just another exciting adventure into the magic fairyland of the imagination. All Bulls possess a rather basic (sometimes slightly crude) sense of humor about sex, but he may miss the joke when she keeps slipping away from their intimacies into her own private world of fantasy.
This man wants to squeeze a real woman, not a misty nymph or an astral body. Her mind is her playground, full of fascinating images, but that sort of thing is far too intangible for a Bull, whose feet are planted firmly in reality. There will have to be compromises.
What will confuse the Taurus man most about the Gemini woman he loves may be summed up in one very simple question. Who is she? Is she truly his very own woman, the one he’s been waiting to possess for the longest, longest time—or is she just a product of his wishful thinking! He so very much wants to fly high with her, up into the clouds, but he’s not sure he knows how, and his wistful puzzlement is described in this verse:
Is it You?
or is it just that I’ve made you wear
those love robes I’ve been saving
since the days when my sand castles
were big enough to walk around in …
and strong enough
to stand against the tides
I can’t remember who first said
that—what you don’t know, can’t hurt you
but what’s-his-name was wrong
supposing I climb all the way to the top of the tree
then find out … it’s not really You
how do I get back down again all by myself?
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|Ruled by Venus||Ruled by the Moon|
|Symbol: The Bull||Symbol: The Crab|
|Night Forces—Feminine||Night Forces—Feminine|