Words of love flow through my mind
Like the water beneath the winding canal streets
Of Venice
The small wooden boats
Are lost in a time warp of love
As they float by
In a velvet cloud of poetic dreams
The words of Amore swirl endlessly
In-between the musical notes of singing gondolas
Until they melt into the tender hearts of young lovers
Watch them turn into a million springtime flowers
Over the city of love
Where beating hearts capture every pedal
Endless thoughts of romance burn vibrate
From candle lite dinners
Encapsulated by a nimble moon
The evening slowly unravels from a night
Covered sky
As young lovers
Wait to be romanced by the twinkle of stars
Make a wish
Anything is possible
There is something going on here
Like nowhere else on earth
The city is lost in time
As love fills the tiny cracks
On the cobblestone streets
Like a velvet kiss upon soft lips
Look at the rooftops where billowing chimneys
Of white
Reach out to caress the golden sun
Within a gentle breeze
There is magic here
From ruby red vineyards
To the smell of hot bread
And five-hundred-year-old statues
Standing in the Piazza San Marco
There are speeding motor scooters
Zigzagging through tiny streets
Like purple wing butterflies
Miracles are everywhere
Even the water taste like wine
And the wine taste like love
The possibilities are endless
And endless is my love for you
In this place where it is
Springtime In
Venice
Ah Italy.. ζ
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
