Aphrodite

Thou art the fairest in whose hand doth rest the golden apple. Lust for evermore leaveth scent of myrtle and rose. They kneel before you, lest dawn revealeth itself in ambrosial robes. Thou art lovelorn until night's end, risen from aphrós mytheme.
Thou art the fairest in whose hand doth rest the golden apple. Lust for evermore leaveth scent of myrtle and rose. They kneel before you, lest dawn revealeth itself in ambrosial robes. Thou art lovelorn until night's end, risen from aphrós mytheme.

Art by Alexander Preuss