.  Ciao love,
Recall the tingles we got from riding cycles
One hand held while the other rummaged through air
When spring talked
And rain promised
Trees waved
And sun scorched
That little stereo playing
And Italy sung along
While the angels sang the hymns
With our halos around our waist spinning
Chuckling to the rhythm.
Then came the cue for the thunder
Our little selves triggered to shudders
The good side of nature was on our side
No longer.
It's sister overpowered her
Spring turned winter
Rain ran, lightning called on us
Clock ticked faster
Our tongues curled around our names
It's happening like it happened in our favorite book, 'pride and prejudice'

Do you hear that I adore your grey frock even in tatters
The world speaks  of us with little to less regard
Placing we in the lowest titles
They called us the disciples of poverty, do you know what that means?
It's the year 1875
Will we come to love the coming days ...... mi amor we are amid the tumbles of war...
To be continued.