Dear Aphrodite, my heart is open to you,
you have blessed me with riches uncounted, unknown.
Your gifts I prize, your lessons I treasure,
heart-sinking hollowness, joy fading in sunlight,
frivolous obsession, pounding pulse kept secret;
sharp stab of ecstasy, soft fog of completion;
vengeance given with precision, taken eagerly;
small moments held close; the illusion of control;
sudden slow tears in the night; precious transcendence;
and always your presence, like a cloak of fine silk,
a hand firm and subtle, a delicate sureness.
Aphrodite, I offer my faith and devotion.
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