Lovely Marinella

Her fragrance French Vanilla as she danced La Tarantella. Everyone could see, I loved my Marinella. It was so many years ago as we danced to and fro, she was always on my arm, was my lovely Marinella. Her eyes were azure blue, then she gazed upon “YOU." I thought her fire was for me. Oh! My lovely Marinella. Now, I’m far too old my arms will never hold nights full of love with my lovely Marinella. “YOU” were never to be but now I can see, “YOU” had eyes from the start. “YOU” wanted my lovely Marinella! Dear God let me know, where did my love go? Looking back it’s “YOU” I see dancing my lovely Marinella.