In marble halls where whispers dwell,
The ancients speak of love untamed,
Where Eros’s arrows gently fell,
And passionâs fires brightly flamed.
Beneath the olive’s silver sheen,
Two souls entwined in sacred dance,
Their hearts a poem yet unseen,
In fleeting moments of pure chance.
Through labyrinths of time they roam,
Bound by threads of destiny,
In every myth, they find a home,
A testament to loveâs decree.
Oh, tales of gods and mortals spun,
In verses old, their stories thrive,
A legacy forever begun,
Where Greek loveâs spirit shall survive.