In ancient whispers of marble halls,
Where gods and mortals intertwine,
The heart of Greece forever calls,
To tales of love, divine.

Eros, with arrows sharp and bright,
Strikes hearts beneath the olive tree,
In moonlit gardens of the night,
Where passion’s spirit runs free.

Aphrodite’s charm in seafoam born,
Weaves dreams within the mortal core,
Love’s tapestry, never worn,
Enchants the soul forevermore.

From Olympus high to Athens’ streets,
The echoes of this love resound,
In every pair of eyes that meets,
The ancient bonds of hearts are found.