Esmeralda
While other baubles pray, for the redeeming grace of morning light, You always let slip, a few sparkles of delight, into the heart of night, Even on those mornings that seem engulfed by unseemly blight, You reassure those around, with
Bellissima
The day finally came, when we need to move from this place, I was told to pack everything I knew, into a little suitcase, The lease ran out, on the quirks that brought us face to face, And we would