A rush to chase
Intuition is not to be taken for granted
The rush of a pure feeling
Unknown. New. Ever so intriguing.
Something is making its way to you.
Run? Stand still? Wait?
Go.
My first step in Rome:
"I need to live here"
4 years and 1 plane ticket
I made it.
Made it to you.
The first time I saw you.
"I could fall for you,
If I wasn't in love"
Naive of me not to kiss you
Smart of me to wait.
19 months passed
I said: "I'm in love you
and I think your in love with me"
Now we're making our kiss
Last Forever.
That first feeling: home
The next: need to keep it
The first sight of you: thrill
The first love confession:
the beginning of life.
We will love each other forever,
We will be each other's home.
It was in my first step,
When I knew my heart was in Italy.
It was at first sight
That I knew it was you.
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