Daugher of Zeus and Dione,
or born from the white foam.
Queen of the broidered throne,
made by no form.
Like you, She arose from the ocean,
moulded with my emotions.
Her hair is like divine waves crashing unto rocks,
With skin like the wings of a dove ever so soft.
Praise ye all, oh! Mrs. Aphrodite devine
she who spreads love with her naked soul,
She seeks for others happiness.
Her strides are mighty as her goddess roll,
With skin like the wings of a dove ever so soft.
Praise ye all, oh! Mrs. Aphrodite devine
She who spreads love with her naked soul,
She seeks for others happiness.
Her strides are mighty as her goddess roll,
For what made others breathless.
For she is terrifying and beautiful,
A nightmare and a day dream.
Melody escaped from her lips,
As scary as it may seem.
The scent of sweet aurora ,
Amidst smiles from miles.
Wandering dreams and celestial songs,
Oh so subtle but strong.
Throned in flowers ,
O terrible enchantress.
Mighty temples and fallen towers,
Built empires to manifest.
Strengths of ecstacy and desire,
Elegance of a mighty stride.
Oh upon others as admire,
She who caused others to clash and collide.
Weakness of envy and anger,
Willingly and lonely enough to swallow the world.
For hell hath no fury of danger,
The temple of redemption from the underworld.
You shall see the roaring storm internally,
Building up and ready to strike for action.
For she manifest it onto those externally,
for her wicked satisfaction .
For her eyes are like the sky,
That melts into the stormy sea.
There is no line of difference nearby,
But yet a storm inside of me.
She is rather delicate,
But similar to a graceful swan.
Her wings are pinned ever so gently,
Awaiting to float on the lake to be gone.
Her appearance will make you swindle,
Nevertheless be finessed.
Dear oh mrs enchantress of being swindled,
Are you up for the test.
Praise ye all , oh! Mrs aphrodite Devine
Make way , make way,
For the agitated enchantress.
Her eminies are put to bay,
The things that caused them to say .
Unfaithful ties to Hephaestus,
Must have been in the depths of desires.
For she lays where justice,
The rise of the not so wise .
For she is not the face ,
The face who sunk a thousand ships.
She is the queen of haste ,
Long live the beautiful enchantress.
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no where near completed but soon enough it will be.
Edit: Do you know how I said I would complete this? Here it is after several months.
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Everything My Lips Never Said { fast updates}
Poetry" this is the many poems my lips failed to say, which has caused others to stay away".
