Aphrodite of Paphos and Amathus,
many songs of beauty did inspire;
come, green eyed essence of the sea, when love
first held the scepter of creation's fire
these flames raged, smoldering with desire
from heart to heart they traveled very slow
and all who burned consuming flesh entire.
I pity those who never felt the glow
in raw communion, in the temple of the soul.
what a nice poem read my poem you were never alone thanks
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I pity those who never felt the glow in raw communion, in the temple of the soul......so touching and meaningful. A beautiful poem amazingly shared.10