Too Perfect

June 10, 692

I'm crazy about her you guys. I just can't explain it. All I know is that this whole thing has really given a boost to my writing skills.

ad Lesbiam

QVAERIS, quot mihi basiationes
tuae, Lesbia, sint satis superque.
quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis
oraclum Iouis inter aestuosi
et Batti ueteris sacrum sepulcrum;
aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,
furtiuos hominum uident amores:
tam te basia multa basiare
uesano satis et super Catullo est,
quae nec pernumerare curiosi
possint nec mala fascinare lingua.

Ask me how many of your kisses, Lesbia,
May be enough and great.
How great a number reclining on Libyan sand
Producing a Cyrenian silphium
Between The writhing oracle of Jupiter
And the sacred tomb of Battus;
Or how many stars, when the silent night,
They see the secret love of the people:
So your kisses many frenzied kisses
Are enough and are above Catullus’,
Which neither count out busybodies
Nor are able create bad words.

But you know, I just cant help but think this whole thing is too perfect. Maybe Im just reading too much into stuff.

Catullus out...