Lucca Poem by Michael Cochrane
Lucca
Cycling around the medieval walls smelling the perfume of jasmine flowers.
In the cool of the evening we eat together in the romantic square listening to Puccini by candlelit, a violinist plays the humming chorus.
I reach for your hand and you squeeze mine.
Drinking your beauty with my eyes and savouring each moment being with you.
We are entwined by love.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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