Beneath Your Scented Feet

Dwindling summer, keeps hordes of twitchers away; Acropolis, fortress with a very charming height; Promise not to cry, I shall see you in the sky For a glass of ouzo, in beautiful moonlit night! Though, Sunday is fine for me to sneak around; Approaching your beauty, really, is not that easy free; For loyal gatekeepers are watching the town, I must take refuge, under the romantic olive tree! While savoring your fragrance, in solitude! I hear a man, singing in a falsetto; For my unwanted skin attracts multitude, That I decided to stay incognito! As I huddle beneath your famed and scented feet; Waiting for a chance, so I can kiss you goodbye; Birds warble, sending jealous gods to fall asleep Inspired by your beauty, in your arms, let me die!