Venus, goddess of beauty and love was probably the first cultured pearl...she was an extremely great and terrible being at the same time...like most of us scorned by love...

           * The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli,

I could imagine being Venus, when blown towards shore by the gods of passions, born an adult woman with a seductively long neck, and shoulders that bow in reverence to man and his whims;

the gods gave us a good lesson when they turned a son's hatred for his father into eternal love; out of the sea she came, probably the first cultured pearl birthed from castrated genitals; 

I imagine her eyes were emerald green, and her hair was the color of yellow tulips, and in my head, she looked like a Britney, she never knew hunger,

 she feasted on poppies and wild flowers, sang and danced her days away, and like most women, she was many, a lover of man, a nurturer, and a demon when unattended and uncelebrated;

she represented that paradoxical attraction and destruction between lovers, wielding her sword of contempt with palms filled with our pre-destiny to love and be loved.