A new seed of Aeneus,
Son of Venus and descended
From Jupiter and Electra,
Regained the glory lost
By Paris when Helen’s beauty
Was seized back through treachery
And the sacrifice of children
By the House of Atreus.
Paris’ glory was also dimmed
By Helen’s deceit.

Yet, today, Venus has blessed
A new Helen with a beauty
Both inside and out,
Thus grace is shown
In her manner and words
And her devotion to God,
The beauty of her face,
The curve of her breasts,
Her intoxicating scent . . .

And she freely gives
Herself to love’s ravagings
By Paris’ and Eros’ kin.
And of all the battles
He has lost and won
There’s no greater glory and honor
Than that she loves him alone.

This was Venus’ promise
To the descendants of her Aeneus,
That they might love and be loved;
Not the glory of Rome,
For what would the Goddess of Love
Have to do with the fighting of men?