Venus, by Henri Pierre Picou.
On a golden summer day a female form,
rose high out of the sea.
Pearls of glistening morning dew
caught in sea spray hung from her tresses.
She laughingly whispers a promise to ascend to Olympus in the gold morning sky.
She laughingly whispers a promise to ascend to Olympus in the gold morning sky.
the song of sirens haunting melodies,
resonate through the sultry sea breeze,
singing a sweet song of the beauty
singing a sweet song of the beauty
of the High Tempestuous of Love
who was born from the foam of the sea,
named Aphrodite.
The Pearls of Aphrodite, by Herbert Draper.
As the Emerging beauty
from the passionate sea,
steps on to the shore she is
surrounded by a sensuous mist that dissolves
into a nebulous haze
scenting the air with a
surrounded by a sensuous mist that dissolves
into a nebulous haze
scenting the air with a
fusion of love, beauty and passion,
this chrysalis moment.
She is the essence
of the perfect goddess,
creamy skin, and glistening
creamy skin, and glistening
silky long flowing hair.
in golden robes and jewels
and bedeck her golden hair
with a crown of gold refinement.
Transcending metamorphosis,
Aphrodite was ready and willing
to be ravishing and fulfilling,
she invites us to come with her
to that mythical place
where fantasy encompasses
Aphrodite was ready and willing
to be ravishing and fulfilling,
she invites us to come with her
to that mythical place
where fantasy encompasses
time and space.
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Two distance lovers
on the Cyprus beach
locked together in a
on the Cyprus beach
locked together in a
sweet sensual embrace,
waves murmur from the sea
the sound of ancient voices
that only lovers can hear.
Aphrodite looks on from
that only lovers can hear.
Aphrodite looks on from
her place in the timeless
iridescent night sky
where the Gods dwell
and her laughter is heard
by the two lovers entwined
in a rapturous embrace.
for of all the time we spent together on this soulful journey, I never thanked you-- this is for you.
planet Venus
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