I love you greater than that of Aphrodite.
And of all the the gods.
Where we have such a unique power.
As if our love was thunderbolts and rods.
I couldn't live as the same Daryl.
And I've been reborn.
Same face, and identity.
I just put on a mask I've never worn.
Of all of my life, I've never seen it be.
Every one of my masks, doesn't quite resemble me.
Each mask is different, and this is for us as one.
It burns brighter then Antares, and every other sun.
While every mask of light is made with love.
This one is white, with pinks and reds.
The purest white, that of a dove.
Foreshadowing something new to be fed.
I've live with you for the longest time.
But that peace may be disturbed.
With all the joy, and removal of our dimes.
The cries of life is yet to be heard.
I love you again more than that of Venus.
With a sweetheart inside, and a beauty outside.
A hopeful experience and angelic keenness.
What a beautiful vision at nine months for first cries.
Aphrodite and Venus make appearance in my songbook.
Epiphany.
Aphrodite/Love/Venus
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Hey thanks so much for all the support, to be honest I am really trying to get my story in the top 100's. But again thanks so much for everything.
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