Whenever I see a beautiful flower my heart gets filled up with unresistable
yearning and desire. I naturally look for some imaginary lover, or am reminded
some woman I've met in the past. Age doesn't seem to matter concerning this
attachment-lust or longing or mixture of both.
Here is a poem by an ancient Greek lady (May 12, 2002)

NOTHING IS SWEETER THAN EROS by Nossis of Locri ( Born in 300BC,  Greece)

Nothing is sweeter than Eros. All other delights
holds second place - I spit out from my mouth even honey.
Nossis declares this: whoever Cypris has not loved
does not know what sort of blossoms her roses are.

Translated by Jane McIntosh Snyder

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