Rome.

Roman empires could crumble from one look into your eyes, 
thankful to the Heavens for bestowing me with the greatest prize. 

Within a single month, Cleopatra and Marc Anthony 
would concede to their defeat, 
as our love story grows more elaborate, 
no contest for theirs, so weak and incomplete. 

In Pisa, you can lean on me, 
I will reciprocate your kindness that beautifies my soul. 
The romance I will endow on you in Venezia will be 
the missing piece that makes your puzzle whole. 

Help me blossom into a real boy in Firenzé like Pinocchio, 
as my heart opens wider to make more room 
for the most deserving prince that I will ever know. 

Your elusive Mona Lisa smile sends me sailing to the Amalfi Coast, 
as I become compelled to paint you, my next masterpiece, 
from your head down to your toes, I am engrossed. 

Make my way to the Vatican to see if it could be true 
that the Sistine Chapel pales in comparison to you. 

With one kiss, you bring me to my knees, 
pardonne me, amoré mio, 
but your breath makes me just as weak as the
warm summer breeze that stays with me everywhere I go. 

Float in me like I am a wondrous, winding Venetian canal, 
besieged as you become my muse, 
the very thought of you instantly boosts my morale. 

Let your opera become my dogma,
your arrival in my life is surely the fruit of my good karma. 
Sicily sweet, you make me flush from your heatwave, 
Calabria cool as I rejoice for all the reasons why you make me rave. 

The mutual respect and trust that you exude 
are the most valuable gifts that I have received. 
Millé grazi, for you have given me another resplendent reason to breathe.