In the cradle of ancient skies,
Where whispers of love softly tread,
Eros ignites with fervent eyes,
Binding souls with threads of red.

Agape, gentle and vast as the sea,
Embraces hearts with tender grace,
A love that sets the spirit free,
Beyond the bounds of time and space.

Under the olive trees they meet,
In secret gardens of the night,
Where passion and devotion greet,
In moonlit dances, pure and bright.

With every glance and gentle sigh,
They weave a tapestry of dreams,
In realms where only lovers fly,
Carried by love’s eternal streams.