Amalfi's Gift To Lovers
Time won't forget the warmest breeze
that blows softly over picturesque hills by a lovely sea;
no poet has ever denied it is Amalfi's gift to lovers,
and they on August nights live out their fantasy.
How delightful is to discover the calmest night
that is never dark with diamond-shape stars
twinkling over an ivory-colored moon serenaded by a sleepless lark;
and we listen to his melody with attentive ears and elated hearts.
Memories of August nights live on as words,
and through the stillness, one can hear
whispers on a mild breeze turning into promises;
and they sigh dreaming of Heaven so near.
Some sail away in search of new adventures,
and not finding any true love that clearly spells
the syllables " Passion," they return to Amalfi so deluded,
but on another night such as this...they long for that word.
Written on 2/14/2014
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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