Vase Under the Italian Sky

Somewhere in Italy we found a floor vase,

You saw it first, in the distance,

Standing tall in the country side.

We walked to it, discovering its shape

Under the warm Italian sun, it glowed

As new discoveries usually do.

A tall vase, crafted in pencil reed,

Under the same sky that had seen earlier

Our kisses, our love unfold.

We reached the vase, taller next to us,

Warmer next to us, more special

And more unique, now ours.

You saw it first, but I saw you find it,

Under the Italian sun and sky, that

Witnessed our love, one more time.

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