Oh, mia bellissima
Men dream of dames' angelic perfection
brusquely are inspired by divine strophes
because females are conferring affection
to those who survived war catastrophes.
Gallant warriors expect dames' embraces
and when noblest ladies bestow honors
a whipped cream cappuccino leaves traces,
on their beards and darkened colors.. (lol)
Oh, mia bellissima, soldati sing to the gals,
donne will throw roses amore to comprise,
while uomini cantano from Venetian canals
atop gondolas, alzare their baritone highs.
Enigmatic eyes stare erotically from blinds
as the bearded gondollieri amount on arias
the well-favored dames involuntarily grind,
as flower petals unfold, pensieri di dahlias.
Light diminishes, as passion esteems dusk;
lint-laced contesse aspettano to be favored
and gentiluomini soldati perfumed with musk
sing to signiorinas who wish to be flavored.
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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