My love reigns high among the roses, queen,
So regal and prim, viewed in every stance,
Cleopatra looks plain, next to her seen,
She's Helen of Troy, when held at first glance;
I pause, afraid to start a ten-year-war,
Before I dare to venture in her dreams,
Content to view her island from afar,
Although my heart with yearning madly screams;
Will Aphrodite help further my cause?
And sway the gods to guide my ship on course,
I may yet see one short godly applause,
And get assured, this love they, too, endorse;
.......Would Trojan Horse be fitting gift to spare?
.......The one without soldiers, empty and bare.
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