When I say she is beauty incarnate
It is not an exaggeration.  
She could draw the breath of any mortal man or woman,
Her skin like silk, and eyes like
The sea.  
Though her eyes seemed icy,  
They burned with a passion
Stronger than the gods.                      
                                        
Perhaps she was a goddess herself.
If aphrodite was to walk this earth,  
It would be in this body.  
one look from her and all my senses
Ignite and I burn,
She is both the calm before the storm,
And the storm itself.
I love both sides as one