Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours <br />would be enough and more to satisfy me. <br />As many as the grains of Libyan sand <br />that lie between hot Jupiter’s oracle, <br />at Ammon, in resin-producing Cyrene, <br />and old Battiades sacred tomb: <br />or as many as the stars, when night is still, <br />gazing down on secret human desires: <br />as many of your kisses kissed <br />are enough, and more, for mad Catullus, <br />as can’t be counted by spies <br />nor an evil tongue bewitch us.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-many-kisses-to-lesbia/
