Poetry

A cold breeze crept to my window
Over my windowpane dropping its tears
With some begging words i can see her cry
Saying: let me in, I'm not a breeze
I'm the Goddess of love and beauty of Greeks
Lo, Aphrodite! ! ! Come in please
Through a narrow slot in my window
Under my blanket where she laid
Come lay beside me
How can you still be a breeze? 
Beauty and love are not easy to see.
Beauty and love you can only feel.
Use the eyes of heart so you can see me and feel.
Both under the blanket
Please, teach me, please.