She rose from the ocean,
beautiful and strong.
She touched your emotions
but didnt stay for long.

You were fooled by her lips
and her divine face.
Fooled by soft, tempting hips
filled with lust and grace.

Eyes like glittering stars,
hair white as snow.
Now your heart is filled with scars
and tears are starting to flow.

Aphrodite, the witch of love.
Cold, with heart made of steal.
Came all the way from above
to make you kneel
-for the act of love.

Jó. Ma
Jóhanna Margrét Sigurðardótti