The haunting music drove my tears to drift
Remembering us in Venice
As we listened to the gondolier sing a ballad of love
Yr arms were wrapped around me
The moon shimmered against the waters
And the breeze gave us a cool touch
Then, the dawn reached us,
But we were too aroused to sleep
As we walked around in a palazzo looking for
A place to eat
Our minds were elsewhere
By noon, we were falling asleep
And returned to the hotel to rest in a bed
That was sinking to the floor
So, we could listen to the ballad, once again,
In the glistening Venetian moonlight
How I miss those days of being carefree
And wish to be there with you once more
Woderfully heart-felt and beautiful, LeeAnn! The haunting music adds a nice touch to all the other exquisite metaphors.
The moon shimmered against the waters And the breeze gave us a cool touch...lovely expression!
Reliving the sweet hours, days once again. Loved the nostalgic expression. Nice poem, LeeAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Romantically beautiful with true artistic and Venetian flow. Delightful work, picture perfect with deep soulful glow.