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.