In Italy

The voice of an Italian tenor, fills the room with ease. Applause erupts in deafening form, as the last note is sung. The room soon quiets as a mandolin takes place, a song so sweet and worthy of dance, as couples take the floor. Yet an ambiance of shattered dreams, fills my heart now torn. The humor of a vengeful fate, has plagued my entire life. So here I am, another date, misery may repeat just the same. So pretty is her face with blue eyes oh so piercing. A dream it would be to spend my life, lost within their purity. Dinner soon ends but not the night, for youth it still attains. Napkins are placed neatly back on the table, as the mandolin ceases to resonate. A hasty departure to a carriage, as we know not where the night will take us. From the carriage out to the left, we spy a beach secluded. Aside from the sight of prying eyes, of stars that fill the night, and the gentle hum of the sea and breaks on shore. My shoes removed and her high heels, with our toes now feeling cool sand. With a nervous mind an ideas arises, so I reach for her tiny, soft hand. To my surprise and with a fluttering heart, she accepts willingly in responded form. The night so quiet without annoyance, we walk along this magical beach. The ocean spans the greatest distance, lit only by the moon so full. I stop quite suddenly and look to her eyes, for some answer to my many burning questions. She gazes back and within her heart, I can see a love now growing. I caress her cheek and stroke her hair, as I make a determining move. Our lips touch with hers so soft, and with passion she kisses back. Could this be love at first sight, or just another inebriated night. For this moment too shall pass, NO, for this moment too shall last. As long as eternity holds strong. What the future holds remains shrouded, yet never has it looked as bright. For this love too shall last, long after this moment has gone and passed. Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 03:47 PM PST   0 • 12