Tu sei la mia eternità, il mio cuore

you are my eternity, my heart

My obsession's Italian

     savory & nectar'd dream,

   endearment's rhyme

under the Ponte dei Sospiri 

   like the embrace of 

              sweet vino's taste,

tell me why the earth spins

         alive in your presence

why my spirit soars to new heights,

    and I'm left breathless still

 in your whisper'd desire,

              aching in your rapture

   you smile and my sun rises,

      the mere touch of your hand

           sets me on fire

  I yearn for your tenderness,

                  every moment

     breathe for your passion,

           dance amidst your fervor

    surrender to your rhythm, 

    moons and stars 

        pale in your eyes,

    I'm lit from within 

            an ocean of emotions,

          you are the lover 

            of which my reality aspires,

                 the wanton poetry

                 of my muse's affection,

    Tu sei la mia eternità,

                               il mio cuore

       

Author's Note

The Bridge of Sighs (Italian: Ponte dei Sospiri) is a bridge located in Venice, northern Italy.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

The fire of breathing passion from an encounter that sounds very promising. The dimension of all things Italian adds to this descriptions as it would be logical to think of romance, arts, good food all things beauty, Oh, I could keep going but the writing is not about Italy is about another human being and the effects upon Frieda. Just the touch of hand sparks fire! I can only imagine then when is just a little more than hands that touch each other. The lover of which my realities aspire. A little left with questions thought because this can also be understood as the presence of an IT . Whichever way one wants to entertain this the outcome is of openess, creativity, passion and love and lust for life.

What could be better? good times ahead.

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

I'm thrilled reading your review Rene....I'll leave it to the imagination. There's a saying in Italiano.
Alla buona derrata, pensaci su. Think about the good stuff in essence. When I think of Italy I think abbondanza, it's all good, wine, song, food, and amore for sure. Thanks so much.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful words and thoughts. A outstanding poem my missed friend.
Coyote.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Frieda, I love this!!! I haven't reviewed it yet, because I was afraid it was all in Italian, and I can't read or speak it, but I love it! Another new favorite. Oh, how i miss you, my friend. I hope you are well...:)

[Mark]

What I know of Italian life I love, from their pastas, wines… tiramisu and listening now, their music too
I love the way your write Frieda, the depth of passion pours from this one, flowing with each guitar note then drifting beyond… beautiful..

Thank you for sharing this one

[Nusquam Esse]

And here you have managed to combine those wistful sentiments of being in a beautiful setting with someone you adore, and your not-so-secret admiration of Italian culture. I could see each description so vividly, those special, unique, and culturally rich cities of Italy; the bridges under the moon, and the sentiments of having someone to share it all with... A dreamy write, and you know how I adore dreams.

[emmajoy]

Oh my, petulia - what's going on, you're singing from the mountain tops now!

You don't need to be told what I think of this poem. (apart from its technical brilliance) - but anyway: if it's Italian - it has to be romantic, if it's Frieda - it has to be wonderful. It is, it is!

Also, what a vino rosso of a video.

[Mayank]

Very lovely song... it's really very impressive?
where's my pasta and coffee? :p

[Tai Ryens]

Much of the Italian culture does fascinate me in various ways, I'll admit, and you've done a wondrous job in incorporating the aspects of it with your poetry and blending them together into something quite lovely in every way. Describing a person with the aspects of your obsession also seem to add another layer of poignancy to your piece that makes it all the more lovely. Well done.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Freida... "Savored and nectar'd dreams" are
close to my heart. Your pen is dipped in golden rings
of love and desire. Yearning for tenderness and
surrendering to your rhythm. A dance for for the
moon and the stars. truly magnificent . Pat

[thewholesoul]

very well written, the music, the photo, the passion really swept me away. best wishes

[Cassie]

whooop!!!!! You have took me here, I am loving what am reading..there goes to my library..