Catullus 48

Catullus 48

Should one permit me to kiss your sweet
Eyes, Juventius, I would continuously kiss them,
I’d give you three hundred-thousand kisses,
Lest ever I seem about to be sated,
Not even if the harvest of our kisses should
Be denser than dried corn.

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