My goddess, we have lived and loved
while mean, malicious men have moaned,
all mad, morose and dour
up to this very hour.
O Venus, we kept on kissing
while cruel, cantankerous snakes kept hissing,
those fierce and fretting fathers
with furrowed brows,
opposed to lovers and their sacred vows.
Sweet Aphrodite, with laughter we did linger
while sad and savage cynics scowled;
we sang sublimely like a single, fearless singer,
while wolves in wolf pits, at us, howled.
Olympus Star, daughter divine
More wonderful than vintage wine
Your beauty is far brighter
than all those weary-hearted hollow girls
who posed as peerless, pretty, priceless pearls.