Forgive Her oh gods, she knows not what she does,
Forgive her Aphrodite, she knows not who she shuns,

She knows not how Her glint steals the eye of e'ry man,
And ensnares the heart of all touched by Her hand,
She knows not the deep red your cheeks are brought to,
When She wakes e're morning to be greeted by morning dew,
She knows not the waves of jealously,
Felt by women for their men, and by the men of me,
And warrants the jealous stare of you, a deity,

So while on Her behalf I offer you an apology,
I still do acknowledge Her greater beauty.