• Twas her eyes that lit the sun aflame

    Once thee set eyes upon her, you shall never be the same

    Tis her smile that makes the stars seem dull

    Aphrodite herself covers herself in shadows full

    Her warmth keeps the hearts of many inspired

    By many her beauty is admired

    Yet this strange feeling, tis not one thy can describe...

    Not one that can be known to a priest nor a scribe

    But only to a poet this majik of hers should appear

    Only the finest product of God, can one hold so dear

    There tis nothing more pure, than to see her face full of glee

    Then truely you will know, what it means to be free.