Aphrodite sat upon her throne watching the humans wearily from Mount Olympus. Once a year they would give one another chocolates and roses, reveling in their love. It was her day, the day of love, and yet she was unable to enjoy it. She once had what every person wants, true love. Adonis, the only man she had ever truly loved, was no more. She had always waited anxiously until they could be together. She had thrown her girdle of beauty away, for him. Now, she only had her memories and the anemone, the windflower, the color of his blood. There was one more thing she had to remind her of Adonis. Looking over she saw her daughter studying. The girls beauty was matched only by her own. Beroe's dark hair and snow colored skin resembled that of her long lost father. Aphrodite found herself smiling. In their time together he had given her so much. She had a perfect daughter. He aroused her frigid heart. He brought life into her forsaken world. She would always be thankful for him. He had shown her how to truly love.