My Mediterranean Dream
Into your quiet arms and protectful ways, I wish to race.
Across lost decades and never want to be traced.
To settle in Thessalonki, and dance the stars away with thee.
Drinking Mavrodaphne or even plain, fresh lemoneny tea.
In a Taverna, white, with handsome, blue shutters open wide.
To wear a Greek keyed ring and yet never be your bride.
To walk home to our villa when the day is just brand new.
What do you say, my one and only, forever, agapi mu?
He nodded his happy, wavy head in positive consent.
We barefooted down sparklingstones in decadent descent.
11-23-2020
Mavrodaphne is a Greek wine.
Agapi mu= my love
Oh, yes that was so long ago!
But your sparkling eyes, I get to see all day through.
Even when you are not here,
My thoughts are of you, you, you!
Deep secrets we share.
Like that night you carried me
up the stairs.
It seems I am forever dancing and encircled by you.
Those lips luscious as Mavrodaphne, so yummy.
Thoughts of you, put butterflies in my tummy!
With my love~
Panagiota
September 3, 2020
6:30am PST
Notes: Mavrodaphne is made from sweet grapes grown
in Greece.It is sometimes called..."Black Laurel."
Pangie's Star Road
Is where you will find me.
Where light silhouettes,
Follow my love and I.
We, the King and Queen, aye!
That nocturnal sky is our home.
Come, have dinner we won"t roam.
We have dinner and Mavrodaphne.
Music, dance, discussions and Greek philosophy
You have never seen our topography.
Nor our star enhanced photography.
Only the most mystical and spiritual do we invite.
In those special beings, we do delight!
August 20, 2020
6:10 pm PST
My Gift to My Love
There are so many silly gadgets to buy,
clothes or videos for you.
Never mind all that silliness!
Am sending me, to you, I will be
your Christmas Rose, your happiness.
Coming in a simple,red velvet box with
a gold gigantic bow.
And covered with stars and a silver
medallion, engraved,'Romios', you know.
My long dress of rosettes, was designed
just for you.
As a sign of my scentual,eternal love, too.
So have the chilled Mavrodaphne ready.
Grape leaves, taramosalata, anchovies
and grilled Pita bread, too.
Just be certain you are warm and ready.
Have enough, am counting on you!
After all, whenever I am with you my heart
rules my head.
I get lost in the stars,I see in your eyes.
And the warmth of your lips,
Better than all moonbeams in the sky!
11/5/2019
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