With her soft hands and magical eyes, she painted a blue sky filled with tears.
She cried for the ones who were hurting.
She couldn't help feeling their callings from her empath soul.
She wished to heal their hearts and filled them with passion again.
Like her there was no other.
Nature and animals always surrounding her.
She believed in love, she believed in change and forgiveness... but most of all she had hope.
For the world and for the people, to find in each other their own gifts and flaws and to create a bond deeper than the ocean.
She always smelled like flowers.
Her voice was kind and bright.
She had light, she had life.
She had everything a woman would like.
She had beauty and strength.
All the things a man could never hate.
She is here every day. The breeze invites her to stay.
She is here in the night. She whispers to the moon and smiles.
She is closer than we could possibly imagine.
Listen to your heart and you'll be hearing her name.
Venus. Aphrodite.
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The Love of Aphrodite
SpiritualThis is a book with some reflections I have written about life over the years. I started to write my thoughts from a very young age and I have felt guided to share them. Thank you for reading and remember: authors' rights must be protected.
