zoe mou sas agape


oil on linen

original in private collection

Deep in the attic of my English major’s mind,
the refrain of a Lord Byron poem has stayed with me.

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love’s alternate joy and woe,
Zoë mou sas agapo.

My life, I love thee.