Sweet and sensual
coconut melts along the top
staggered familiar sizes and shapes
droolings on the tongue, ambrosia
running through the fields like fidgety children
restless and free on tenterhooks
flitting like butterflies on the hunt
flower nectar candied on the bloom
drawn into the dream
of marshmallowed confectionaries
sweet sugared goodies
nectar for the gods
and simple butterflies.
I have a bistro in Tuscany surrounded by fine dining and wine-
“La Rosa” is where Tony married me and I just had to make it mine.
The Tortellini is the most favorite dish of all on the luscious menu-
Surrounded by many beautiful fountains with an extravagant venue.
Of all of Italy’s restaurants mine has the greatest chef-
Mario makes a delicious lasagna but was born mute and deaf.
He traveled all over the world to find an amiable destination-
We welcomed him with loving arms, he has the most dedication.
Our pastry chef bakes the most delectable desserts in all of Italy-
His pies and confectionaries are recipes from his Nana in Sicily.
Customers arrive for a romantic date as they will wait for a seat-
They drink Merlot and snack on Ricotta Crackers as a yummy treat.
We have a few regulars who sit at the same table every afternoon-
They laugh and flirt with my niece Maria whenever she walks in the room.
The food is really pricey but every Euro paid it is definitely worth-
For every one who dines at La Rosa leaves in happiness and mirth.
Sponsor: Silent One
Date Written: September 19, 2016
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