Aphrodite, Love Amont the Ruins

They say that she loves to linger among the ruins, telling tales through songs on the wind of ancient lovers come and gone. She dances, a wild surge of light and warmth, but just out of reach, ever-elusive. Her hope is all that leads us through the trees into every new beginning.
She exists within breakings of the sun, all the light through the shades that fall upon the bed and everything warm illuminating cold nights. Impermanent as she is pure, uncaring of what you've left behind.