Aphrodite

Aphrodite

Born from the ocean, out of foam she rose:
the loveliest face, her hair orange and lime,
as fragrant as the sea winds that expose
endless perfection at the source of time.

Whatever loved her, she loved back again,
she, whom the open sea would not contain.
It spilled her, rapt, onto the Cyprian shore
for her to be adored and to adore.