In shadows of the olive groves, they met,
Where whispers of the gods would softly tread.
Beneath the ancient skies, their hearts were set,
On paths where love and fate had gently led.

By moonlit waves, they spoke of dreams untold,
With eyes that mirrored myths of olden days.
A love that legends crafted, bright and bold,
In secret glades where Eros often plays.

Their hearts, like marble statues, stood divine,
Unyielding through the tempests time could bring.
In every touch, a thousand stars would shine,
As muses wove their tales on golden string.

Though centuries may pass, their love remains,
Eternal as the seas and skies above.
In every whisper of the Grecian plains,
Lives on the timeless, boundless Greek love.