Aphrodite
Ti's with the ancients that i dwell,
Across the ocean and a swell.
Ti's the place that i was born,
A place a mother that i mourn.
Ti's from the ocean she came,
Life of a goddess she did frame.
A place of merry and of vine,
Please bequeath me this divine!
In the heavens she did rule,
And many a mortal did she fuel.
Now in the waves and breaks i scan,
To see her beauty as a man.
Will the day and tide come for me;
To see her walk out of the sea?
Copyright © Theo Constantinides | Year Posted 2014
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