Aphrodite

Born out of the foamHer exquisite face rising above the water of deathHer father's life taken away, a new one conceived from his mistressGoddess of love and beauty, sheWho was rival to many othersMarried to a man who lacked beautyThe deep contrast between both GodsMerrily to shield the threat of her beautyThe beauty that all Gods would plant thievery uponAphrodite, your maskLet it shield off your condemnationYet conceive many lifeformsThat will carry on with your beauty

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