In the heart of Rome, where whispers blend,
Lovers walk where stories never end,
Hand in hand, through cobblestone lanes,
Their love, a dance, like sweet refrains.

Under the Tuscan sun, they dream,
Olive groves sway, a gentle theme,
Vineyard kisses, warm and bright,
Embrace the beauty of the night.

Venetian canals reflect their gaze,
In gondolas, their hearts ablaze,
Soft serenades fill the air,
A moment of love, beyond compare.

In every corner, whispers of old,
Tales of passion, timeless and bold,
Italian love, a fire that burns,
In every heart, a lesson learned.