Loves Mirth
		
          I lit the candle and insence,
          I humbly bowed my head,
          Praying to Aphrodite,
          "Send me love" I said.

          Gossamer She appeared before me,
          Her face lit with a grin.
          "Are you sure of what you want?
          Are you ready for it again?"

          Wieghing pain with loneleness,
          On her words I pondered deep,
          But I wanted someone to love,
          Someone to hold and keep.

          So easily I did reply
          "Yes" I quietly whispered,
	    Not wondering about her chuckle.
          But often since have wondered.
 	                		   
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