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.