Oh, Aphrodite, how do you handle such passionate desire?
Goddess of love, beauty, and pleasure, do you ever tire?
You so freely show your body, wearing little attire
Call on your doves and sparrows
Fly me away from life's vicious arrows
A pluck of a rose, a symbol of you
How many lovers have you gone through?
Why do you cast your spells upon me?
Cant you see I yearn to be set free?