These are a few words that I pulled from the ether to inspire and make you feel valued and wonderful. They are unspecific just streams of consciousness but taken from Mediterranean Mythology, a favourite of my wonderful Muse.
The music is "Venus De Milo" a beautiful piano piece by Prince from "Under The Cherry Moon"
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See The Beauty Of Aphrodite
She Rises Spreading Her Love And Hope
Wondrous Queen Of The Deep Blue Sea
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She Is Venus In Elysian Fields
Winning Hearts Of All, This Perfect Rose
See The Beauty Of Aphrodite
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The Epitome Of Love And Beauty
She Gives Love And Hope, Never Says No
Wondrous Queen Of The Deep Blue Sea
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Every Wondrous Creature She Sets Free
Mermaids, Selkies Are Ones She Loves So
See The Beauty Of Aphrodite
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Venus, Aphrodite, Beauteous Queen
Bringer Of Peace And Giver Of Hope
Wondrous Queen Of The Deep Blue Sea
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When We're In DArkness She Brings Us Light
A Shining Beacon Of Love And Hope
See The Beauty Of Aphrodite
Wondrous Queen Of The Deep Blue Sea
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Comments (5)
This feels like a ballad or a shanty sung hundreds of years ago! Lovely work!
Lovely imagery. ..makes me think of how the Romantic poets used Greco-Roman mythology in their work.
I used to be soooo obsessed with Aphrodite when I was in high school. Loved your poem!
Dare I say that I love this, Mike?
Beautiful, Mike