Of beauty, the Olympian Goddess glows,

As the seed of a pomegranate grows,

As she sheds her garments of primrose,

Her bounteous hips seek an interpose.

Her beauty attends a Roman Wall,

Her petals invite and proffer a call,

Of ancient days before the Fall,

Her kiss surrendered; love's protocol.

A vision of  beauty, Aphrodite eyes,

My Church she beckons to arise,

Proudly it stands and gravity defies,

Pomegranates of love, she testifies.

Thirteen flowers, a primrose bouquet,

Protects our love throughout midday,

Colors of love, a passionate glissade,

With pomegranate seeds, my love invades.

Her flowered center brazens a golden hue,

I confessed my love and offered my dew,

Her flower watered, her petals askew,

My lover whispers a sweet adieu.

Returning to garments of primrose,

Her petals dewed from love's interpose,

Of beauty, the Olympian Goddess glows.

A seed from my pomegranate grows.