Hymn to Aphrodite

Goddess, twist
My heart no more;
Give me this, this,
I ask no more.

Just Lissa's love,
Aphrodite, grant me:
Her heart well-enslaved
And audibly panting.

You who shape-shifted
Fair Helen's strong heart,
Giving stung Paris
A victory of sorts.

Just Lissa's love,
Aphrodite, grant me:
That her wrists always move
In ways that enchant me.

O goddess who flooded
Sappho with lovers,
Just Lissa, hot-blooded,
Give me forever.

Just Lissa's love,
Aphrodite, grant me:
Who all men enslaves,
No need to thank me.