Sun-kissed stones, where shadows play,
Whisper secrets of a bygone day.
Grand Canal, in sapphire dressed,
Reflects the love within ones heart.
Gondolas glide, like whispered sighs,
Through water streets, beneath soft skies.
Bells peal songs, from ages old,
As stories in our laughter unfold.
Wisteria drapes, a fragrant veil,
As twilight paints the heavens pale.
We steal a kiss, beneath the moon,
In this Venetian,...
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