Epiphany

Zoë Melissa

In your beauty I see reflected
The luminous wonder of Aphrodite
As the moon shining on a pond
Shows the glory of the sun

For if I am awed by your beauty
You who have been barely brushed by the goddess,
How much more awe-inspiring must she be?

If you have been blessed with a mote from her powder-box
And that is all I need to transfix me,
The goddess herself would leave me struck dumb and blind in awe

I will content myself with mortal beauty
For the immortal would consume me utterly
And leave no sense or tongue to sing her praise.

 

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