The Goddess of Love - ClassicismMature

Embodies not the plainest of women
Nor the most beautiful

Neither filling those with happiness
Nor destroying completely

Does not caress your soft skin gently
Nor rip your heart from you

Robed in gold and showered with jewels
Welcomed to the beach as though she were one of the land
Born of hate and wicked deeds,
The one goddess with the purity to understand.

The End

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