I have sought that chiseled in stone
Statues of Hermes and other gods.
Mountain tops of barren rock
Rivers cut in valleys that seek the sea.
Painted in oils of yellow
Flowers that obediently worship the sun.
Fields of lavender impute their scents to me
A perfume gift upon the breeze.
In vineyards naked feet dance upon the grape
A labor applauded in laughter.
Your youthful skin in olive hue
A soft touch in morning light.
Pomegranates sweet yet tart
Is it not the fruit of love and bitterness?