By the hands of Aphrodite

By the hands of Aphrodite:

Beauty in the eye of the beholder, moulded to keen likeness. Built and lifted by the hands of Aphrodite, her children held forever close, but it just doesn’t feel like six feet under is close enough. You can’t keep them all caged forever, by the hands of the one. We are the children of Aphrodite, we are the children she buried.