Sweet Venus, Queen of Beauty, Goddess Love
return from High Olympus up above.
I plead, before your statue, this May morn,
as brave-star, bright Aurora, brings the dawn.
Please hear my prayer, most mighty maid, so mild;
I’ve worshipped you since I was just a child.
I used to play upon your sun-kissed shore,
where you once trod the waves, as sea did roar.
They told me that you’d waded t’wards the land,
across the sun-soaked, searing Grecian sand.
That shadowless, you’d walked, but men had missed
the sea snail sleeping on your slender wrist.
Their lust had made them mad, to beauty blind;
they had not grasped you were the goddess kind.
O Venus, (Aphrodite if you wish.)
For you I’d sell my soul for one sweet kiss!
From Mount Olympus, on your gleaming throne,
(encrusted with pure gold and sapphire stone)
spare me one gracious, gleaming goddess glance
to pierce my aching heart with love-laced lance.
Sweet Venus, Queen of Beauty, I love you,
with passion pure and precious, trusted, true!
I kneel before you on this May Day Morn,
as brave-star, bright Aurora, brings the dawn.
O goddess, from your throne beyond the sky
speak through your statue’s lips or simply sigh.
And I will take this for a sacred sign
that soon your sweetest love will all be mine!