Aphrodite

There she stands, Queen of Beauty—
Her skin as dark as the Sea at night,
Moonlight reflecting in flashes from the smooth waves of her body.
She is as comforting as a mother rocking a cradle;
Or she is the tempest that destroys those mortal fools
         that would try to conquer her.
What Mysteries, what Treasures,
Lurk hidden in those dark, phosphorescent eyes?
Surely she will drown you before you could discover her Secrets.

There she stands, Queen of Beauty—
Her skin as bright as a candle Flame,
Restlessly, her body flickers with sparkling energy.
She is as comforting as a campfire on a cold night;
Or she is the raging inferno that destroys those mortal fools
         that would try to control her.
What Mysteries, what Treasures,
Lurk hidden in the embers of those bright eyes?
Surely she will burn you before you could discover her Secrets.

There she stands, Queen of Beauty—
Her skin like afternoon sunlight filtered through the Clouds,
Carried by the wind, her body is but a wisp of smoke.
She is as comforting as a Spring breeze against your cheek;
Or she is the tornado that destroys those mortal fools
         that would try to capture the unattainable sky.
What Mysteries, what Treasures,
Lurk hidden in the starlight-lit night of those eyes?
Surely she will sweep you away before you could discover her Secrets.

There she stands, Queen of Beauty—
Her skin the reddish hue of a proud, stone Mountain,
Patiently enduring, she stands solid against the torrents of time.
She is as comforting as home in a storm;
Or she is the earthquake that destroys those mortal fools
         that would try to carve her away.
What Mysteries, what Treasures,
Lurk hidden in the glowing, deep hollows of those eyes?
Surely she will crush you before you could discover her Secrets.



There she stands, the beautiful Aphrodite—
No mere mortal could compare her beauty,
And those Beyond know better than to try.