My Aphrodite

Silky, golden, straight and bright; More flowing than a forest sprite's... It glistened like the morning light-- The hair of my fair Aphrodite.

Fairer than pale Luna's sight; Glistened like a lake at night, as it reflects that Luna's light-- The skin of my sweet Aphrodite.

Sweet, fulfilling, erudite; Flew higher than the highest kite, Made points with a vicious bite-- The mind of my all, my Aphrodite.

All pure, giving, and full of might, Ferocious; like a Lioness' fight 'Twas a challenge, to find a blight-- The soul of my lost Aphrodite.

And though she may be scattered dust, I imagine her living on every gust. From now until the end I must Remember her, and keep her trust.

I won't forget.