- In ancient times, ‘neath the glistening Grecian sun,
Lived Aphrodite, the goddess, love’s very emblem.
- She beheld Adonis, the mortal, second to none,
In his beauty she found a precious, rare gem.
- His charm was a melody, sweet and profound,
A song that Aphrodite’s heart yearned to sing.
- In his eyes, a mystery, deep and unbound,
Their shared glances, a dance in love’s own ring.
- Love blossomed ‘midst the olive trees and the roses,
Under the boundless azure of the Aegean skies.
- Aphrodite’s heart, with love, Adonis proposes,
The echo of their whispers, the gods’ only prize.
- Every moment spent, a testament to passion’s might,
Each stolen kiss beneath the soft lunar light.
- Yet, mortal was he, a truth she couldn’t fight,
Love, ever ephemeral, like the fleeting night.
- But in the canvas of the gods, love has no end,
Their tale is sung by poets, to hearts it shall mend.
- In each other’s arms, their spirits blend,
A love story of Aphrodite and Adonis, love’s legend.