Seafoam and seashells
I’ll bless you under wedding bells.
I’m full of passion, full of beauty
To those who are graciously witty.
My vague eyes shine bright
To the witness a soul full of life.
I always fall in love with warriors
So, would you be my knight?
I have a burning desire
I need it to be shared.
Love Vulcans to burn for you
But, please, don’t be scared.
I’m a daughter of revenge.
That is something you could say.
But, perhaps, I was conceived
As a form to create amends.
The favorite among the artists,
Botticelli was a good friend.
At every Age, they’ll find new muses
To celebrate my imagery, in the end.
