Once upon a time, not so long ago
There lived a comely girl who longed for love so.
She looked here and she looked there
But try as she might, she couldn’t find love anywhere.
So she traveled far and wide and across the distant sea
To a city where she thought love would be.
The girl was smart, but she was blind
To the man she saw only as a friend that she left behind.
It wouldn’t be hard for her, she thought
With her fair face, raven hair, olive skin, and given lot
To find a man to be hers forever
But she wasn’t so cleaver.
As she left on her trip
A small piece of his heart she’d clipped.
She was so excited, though – love at last!
Oh! Her world was moving by so fast!
She couldn’t wait to get to her city
Where everything was so beautiful, and she’d look so pretty!
She’d be sure to find her Casanova – the greatest lover of all
Even if she had to scour the city with buildings so tall.
And so the tale begins
But a warning to all: sought love is always thin.
When she stepped onto Venetian soil
She was ready to start her love-looking toil.
It was strange, the city
Something new to her – a shame her friend couldn’t be there – what pity!
But it didn’t change the fact that her heart was at a steady race
She was sure to find love with her Italian face.
She began to walk what few street there were
And several heads turned to look at her.
She was flattered
At all the attention she had so early on gathered.
Nothing like this had ever happened before
When she was out with her friend for hours or more.
She batted her eyes and gave quite a smile
And invited one to sit and talk for a while.
He was handsome and strong!
Surely he couldn’t do her wrong.
But then came a girl
With hair so blonde and teeth white as pearl
To take the man away
Off somewhere else to play.
So ended her first day
With no love yet, much to her dismay.
She began again anew
The next day with men numbering more than a few.
Men of every size and shape
Would turn their heads with mouth agape
As she would walk by
And wink at them, or bat her eye.
But still she felt empty, hollow
And was left in her torment to wallow.
The third day brought more luck
This one seemed more then just a passing buck!
“Bella,” he called her, hand extended
And on one knee, bended
Asked her to dine
And so she did – it was simply sublime!
But she found her thoughts straying
To the man she left back home praying
For her safe return
And news of her love-life – or lack thereof, he hoped – to learn.
And she looked to the man with whom she ate
And suddenly realized her fate!
She tried to see his face
But saw her friend’s in its place.
But she was blind as night
And ignored true love’s light.
She continued to eat
Sure that this illusion she’d beat.
What was wrong with her, the silly girl?!
This new revelation threw her life in a whirl.
She politely excused herself and ran home
Where she promptly dove for the phone
Her fingers raced over the buttons
Hungry for his voice – oh what a glutton!
But she stopped on the third ring
What could she say – she couldn’t think of a thing!
So she slammed the phone down
And her fine face was graced with tears and a frown.
Her sleep that night was fitful with nightmares
That he just wouldn’t care.
But finally it was time for her to leave
And she hoped that he would believe
That her love rang true –
Something she’d never seen but somehow always knew.
As she stepped back on her home-soil, she threw her arms around his neck
And gave his lips the tiniest peck.
“My Casanova, I love you,” she said
Her heart was filled with dread
That he wouldn’t return her love
And she would be left alone with her friends, or lack thereof.
But she was answered with a chaste kiss
A message that even she couldn’t miss.
“I love you too, mi armoire,” he whispered in her ear
Just to make his meaning even more clear.
There was no reason for this love, she knew
But wouldn’t mess it up like all the other chances she blew.
So the moral is clear: love without reason
Is always and forever in season!
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