Reading Sapphos’ dialect about love was illuminating and somewhat private. I felt like I was looking into her very soul by the way she poured her heart out. It was at times poignant and reflective yet portrayed emotions that I’m sure she had no idea that so many people in this century would identify with. There was definitely no boundaries when it came to her frank love and appreciation for the same sex and how she loved so strongly her lovers.  Her idea about love was at times frightening in it’s intensity and something I would ordinarily shy away from but I had no choice to read these.