We walk through Montecatini in a enchanting summer evening, we listen to the sounds of Puccini. Elegant in your dress you smile at me little moments happy times I now recall. All I longed for was you.
Michael Cochrane ©
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A concise and insightful bit of verse. A beautiful love poem written from the heart.