Venus, The Goddess Of Love Poem by Maxwell S. Gemmell

Sweet Queene of the lovely hour
In a Heart content.
The Heart is thine weapon and armor,
To battle War and his vicious intent.

Oh Aphrodite, most beautiful of all
Nature's splendor.
Fair beyond compare,
Eternal Love! Thine son,
The mischievous Daemon Lothair,
Plays thine song in lute and lyre
In the eternal gardens of Lust and Love.

II
Venus, alluring perfume of Time's sweet decay.
Gentle your touch,
and fleeting your pleasure.
Thou lives in the heart of all who feel.

The sweet kiss of Love's introduction,
The memory of Time gone by
A simple time and Flirt and Fancy.
Shyness retains its coils,
At the sunshine of the maiden's smile.




III
Oh dearest Hathor, Priestess of Peace,
Your victory is assured,
In the season's Wheel.
For within thine bosom
is the spirit of Hope

Precious Love, the Spirit ever fleeting,
Art thou untouchable in perfection?
As the glass crumbles at the touch,
So your beauty fades;
Only to be born again,
In Love's first introduction.

IV
Fairy Queene, unbounded and free,
Is there a pleasure as true as thee?
Beauty and Nature
make Love.
Such as the waves of Venus' birth.

Gentle and Young forever will you be.
Thine song has no language,
As the air has no form.
Live forever in the heart of the Hopeful
In the eyes of the lovers entwined.