In the whispers of the ocean’s breeze,
She rises from the foamy seas,
With eyes that hold the sky’s embrace,
And lips adorned with morning’s grace.

Her laughter, like a melody,
Enchants the hearts of those who see,
The goddess of love, so pure and bright,
Illuminates the darkest night.

Flowers bloom where she does tread,
A crown of roses on her head,
Beauty flows in every stride,
With Aphrodite as their guide.

To her, all hearts do gently turn,
With passions deep and fires that burn,
She weaves the threads of love’s delight,
In every soul, she brings the light.