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Nov 30, 2008
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Heaven in Tuscany
Remember when we sat on that verandah,
outside our rented, rustic Tuscan home;
among those hills, with cypress trees and vines,
just taking in the view and sipping wine?
I said that sitting there, with wine like that
and looks like yours, was my idea of heaven.
But I confess, on looking back,
it wasn't true: heaven then, as now,
was simply loving you.
outside our rented, rustic Tuscan home;
among those hills, with cypress trees and vines,
just taking in the view and sipping wine?
I said that sitting there, with wine like that
and looks like yours, was my idea of heaven.
But I confess, on looking back,
it wasn't true: heaven then, as now,
was simply loving you.
— Robert Melliard, Nov 30, 2008
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Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
Hi Janice,