In the heart of Italyâs embrace,
Where rolling hills and vineyards lie,
A love story begins to trace,
Beneath the vast, eternal sky.
The cobblestone paths, winding and true,
Lead us through tales of ancient lore,
With every step, loveâs hues renew,
In Florenceâs light, we soar.
Venetian waters softly sway,
Reflecting dreams in azure tides,
As gondolas gently convey,
The whispers of love, where time abides.
In Rome, beneath the moonlit dome,
Our hearts entwine, a timeless art,
In every street, we find our home,
Italy, the cradle of our heart.