Eyes like the silhouette of Sicilian sunsets so majestic.
A marble mind carved carefully, with time; prophetic.
His humour could sell out shows at the Apollo.
With a sensitive flair, and sun-kissed hair, his will be a hard act to follow.
Roman nose, defined, and Aquiline; his every feature is disarming.
Floating through my Venetian canals, this Florentine was a natural prince charming.
But most importantly, his heart was Hercules, and his spirit was prosecco sweet.
He would die a thousand times trying to fulfill your every single dream.
Pray to the Vatican, that we should never part,
I'm Juliet, he's Romeo.
This boy has captured my heart.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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