Summer in Venice the ancient houses of delicate colours, bathed in the sun, you stand near a yellow gondola bobbing on the bank.You smile softly at me I gaze back only wanting to kiss you passionately as I take your photo.We are surrounded by people but I don't want this moment to stop, in my mind St Marks square in the background, happy couples are all around, but I only see you, my heart beats with love, for you.At twilight we stand on the bridge of sighs looking across at lovers young and old, we embrace and kiss, love in Venice is all around.
Michael Cochrane ©
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