Aphrodite
The almighty.
You have proven,
Love isn't flighty.
Sweet goddess,
your beauty isn't fleeting.
Even when,
You are weeping
What a gift,
Your enchanting nature
You indeed,
Are lust's creator.
When you sleep,
Do you dream?
Do you wish away your beauty?
That is so supreme?
Do you ever wonder,
What its like,
Being goddess
Of dark or light?
Your curse is true.
Yet, no one knows of
Or remembers,
The pain that comes,
With love.
I see
Why you might
Wish to be
Goddess of air
Or of the trees.