She swims amongst dolphins and flies with doves,

Trees of lime and apples amongst she strolls,

Be still my heart that's fluttering with love

Sea waves - foam arisen - upon she rolls.

 

Her tongue is snake sharp, her temper is quick

Myrrh scents of her skin fragrance tease my nose,

Cur kin absent from her soul, I'm a Mick

Ter River we sit, reciting her prose

 

Warms she his bed, Ares, the god of war

Storms her marriage with outside affairs.

Forms the battle starting the Trojan War.

Swarms psyche over beauty - her darest flare.

 

And yet with all these faults she still remains,

Hand-in-hand into men's fluttering hearts.

Plan to continue to walk in beauty my dame -

Grande dame, Aphrodite, beauty's art.