To Her Of Venus Isle
Born was a sigh, in Venus Isle,
Whose winds caress, and dreams fly high,
Cradled in lore and vestiges,
Of land where dwelt the goddesses,
Hellenic grace, from head to foot,
With poetic prowess of note;
Where else does sea kisses the sky,
If not in pristine Venus Isle,
Where eyes may rest their weariness,
And hearts may fill their emptiness,
But souls that search, from South to North,
Will find, her there, with love they're worth
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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