Ah, Aphrodite whom's namesake leaps bounds, Yet Artemis who is among the careful to arouse. Delightful Persephone in her garden of souls, Blessed creation like that of Demeter's lavenders.
Perhaps it is Hestia's hearth that which warms our hearts, Or the bright light of the moon that which Selene croons.
Even Hera herself rings love under wedlock, All but for Harmonia and her accursed dystonia. Give forth to sweet Psyche who lies on sweet wings, Illuminated by the truth that is Hecate's rule.
All of these Goddesses who've experienced love and joy, Somehow Athena cultivates mere tactical ploys.
I wrote this during a phase of when I was very deeply delving into obscure Greek literature and myths. This one is rather chock full of them and can seem rather convoluted. This is probably one of my older works.