In the tranquil embrace of Grecian skies,
Where whispers of old gods softly lie,
There lies my heart, alight with yearning,
For Hermes, for whom my soul keeps burning.
Golden-winged messenger, swift and light,
Carrying messages through day and night.
Erato sings, her harp gently plays,
For Hermes, the beacon of her days.
His sandals tread on the clouds above,
His caduceus heralding messages of love.
The curves of his lips, a mystery unwinding,
His gaze, like stars, forever shining.
God of transitions, of boundaries and more,
Who travels between worlds, legends of yore.
Erato’s heart trembles, her love never wanes,
For Hermes, who frees her from all chains.
In the hush of twilight, as day meets night,
She dreams of his touch, gentle and light.
Her melodies, a tribute, her love never done,
For Hermes, the radiant, the eternal one.
In the dance of time, where moments fleet,
With Hermes, love and destiny meet.
Erato’s love, deep as the Aegean sea,
For Hermes, forever, eternally.