Aphrodite

It is highly unlikely, because nobody likes me.

Comfort can’t find me, as I search for her love ever so blindly.

Oh Aphrodite, break free from such chains which were used to bind thee.

Mortal myths of our love, all I have to remind me.

Of unbreakable vows and sweet silver linings.

A sort of consort which had others whining.

My graceful wind chime that danced with mankind and did it so kindly.

Up you would wind me, till in rage I was crying.

High we were flying, now the grounds where I’m lying.

I’ll endlessly search, I’ll never stop trying!

For my heart without you, is much worse than dying.