Compared To Aphrodite Poem by Issac Trueblade

Even being the goddess of beauty,
Aphrodite knows when she has been beat
And even though she is quite the cutie,
Aphrodite cannot survive the heat

Her aroma traps my senses within
Her eyes haunt my thoughts, day-in and day-out
Her smile is like a Thanksgiving din
Her presence attempts to invoke my shout

One major obstacle stands in my way
I feel I will not and cannot succeed
So I sit out here all alone all day
Sitting in the grass with nothing but weeds

My life used to be one color, that's blue,
Now I see every color, every hue.