The Olympian Spirits compare not to your wondrous beauty.
Their power is nothing to your smile
The dragons of the world revile
When they're pierced by your shining glow.

Your radiance appeasing Helios,
Athena admires your wit,
And Aphrodite loves your look
Every curve, every bump, is blessed.

You may not be able to look past my odd beliefs
But I adore yours
You need not khernip, for your miasma
Is as wonderful as fallen snow.