In shadows cast by love’s unyielding plight, A heart beats lonely, searching for the light. Unspoken words, a love that goes unseen, Dreams of passion, lost in a forlorn dream.

Tears of sorrow trace a silent trail, A soul in torment, fragile and frail. Yet, in the dark, a whisper soft and sweet, Aphrodite descends on golden feet.

With eyes that gleam like stars in midnight’s sky, She hears the lover’s melancholy sigh. “Oh, child of mine, with heart so pure yet torn, Fear not the night, for I bring light to morn.”

With gentle touch, she soothes the aching heart, In her embrace, the shadows soon depart. Her voice, a melody of hope and grace, Banishes despair, leaves not a trace.

“Love unrequited, a painful, thorny vine, But trust in me, your sorrow will decline. For in my hands, the power of love does grow, To mend the wounds and let true passion flow.”

With potions rare and spells of ancient lore, She weaves a magic, unseen before. A fragrance sweet, like roses in the breeze, Her blessings heal, set broken spirits free.

In dreams, she dances, whispers tenderly, Of love reborn, of hearts in harmony. No longer bound by chains of silent pain, The lover’s heart, renewed, can love again. With Aphrodite’s grace, the night turns day, and Unrequited love, now fades away. For in her care, where divine light does gleam, Love finds its voice, and hearts begin to dream.