Italy, my love, you speak to me with the breeze of your warm indigo night.
My love, you speak to me with the embrace of your soft gold sun light.
. . .
Through the clang and clatter, you whisper to me in subtle tones.
Just following your own perfectly flowing metronome.
. . .
Even your food is a beautiful site.
I can taste the love in every bite.
. . .
You call to me, I can feel it in my soul.
You call to me, my heart you stole.
. . .
Your refreshing blue waters warm to the touch...
I never thought I could love you this much.
. . .
There are too many words to say.
In fact, I just wish I could stay....
. . .
So I guess this is going to be my farewell.
But worry not, there will be more stories to tell.
Until we meet again.....
Forever yours
My love, you speak to me with the embrace of your soft gold sun light.
. . .
Through the clang and clatter, you whisper to me in subtle tones.
Just following your own perfectly flowing metronome.
. . .
Even your food is a beautiful site.
I can taste the love in every bite.
. . .
You call to me, I can feel it in my soul.
You call to me, my heart you stole.
. . .
Your refreshing blue waters warm to the touch...
I never thought I could love you this much.
. . .
There are too many words to say.
In fact, I just wish I could stay....
. . .
So I guess this is going to be my farewell.
But worry not, there will be more stories to tell.
Until we meet again.....
Forever yours
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