The heart shall find a perfect match who shall never find a match, Will be left with a patch. Perhaps a prophecy will help him.
As he walked to see the Goddess of love, Aphrodite, His hands sweat with nervousness. He greets the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.
As his head hurt from the beauty, He got his prophecy which was to love the goddess, But if he were to break her heart, She shall have her enemy turn him to stone. This man's name was Ares.
