Ancient Greek Love Poetry...
Meleager / The Greek Anthology V.96
Your kiss is laced with birdlime,
And your eyes,Timarion, with fire.
Look at me, and I burn,
Touch me and I am caught.
Meleager The Greek Anthology XII, 106
Theokritos, Idyll XII
The Anakreontea / Poem 26
It was not the cavalry,
Or the infantry,
... Or even the navy,
But another strange kind of army
That destroyed me,
Striking me down with her eyes.
It is a joy to walk
Where meadows are in bloom,
Where gentle Zephyros exhales his sweet breath,
To look on the vines of Backchos,
And then to enter under the blanket of their leaves,
In your arms a silky girl,
Every inch of her redolent
Of the essences of Kypris.
Sappho / fragment 16
Some say that the most beautiful thing on this dark earth is a host of horsemen,
others that it is an army of foot-soldiers,
and others that it is a fleet of ships;
But, I say it is what you love.
Sappho (6th Century B.C.)