Aphrodite's son 2

The world has thousands of words, I guess? 
Difficult it is to recite a few of them. 
I always say to whom 
I love to hate I do not know maybe 
anyone. I'm so like a child, 
which blinded by the light of the world. 
Honesty white, 
I do not know how the collection by 
strong wings it. 
It sometimes I wonder, when I 
sleep at night not: how much 
for love's sake you should 
to hurt himself. 
He lives in my soul the son of Aphrodite, 
he often wake me at night, 
lightning strikes in my soul.