She was born of the sea, Aphrodite
Of the foam that bubbled up
From the deep 
When Cronus threw the balls of
Uranus for the ocean to keep.

Goddess of beauty and love
A mysterious lady from above
She entreats us with a smile
Loving Ares for awhile.

Venus de Milo, a breaking heart
Stealing souls while inspiring art
Phobos and Deimos
And Eros she bore
Making love to the God of War.

She was worshiped by many a cult
Of the sea and sex, fertility
Her symbols are myrtle and dove
Celebrating Aphrodisia, 
Midsummer love.

Wife of Hephaestus, God of Blacksmiths
She with a wandering eye 
And a ready alibi
Still a heavenly ally 
With a million names to go by.

A birthplace called The Rock of the Greek
Pilgrims here do travel to peek
A goddess born fully-formed
No parents involved, magic performed.

Body confident with no shame
Nakedness a part of her acclaim
Aphrodite, Goddess of Love
And pleasure
After all these years
She remains a treasure.

By Shelly

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