My eyes meet yours. You're near,

and I fill up with fear.

When your eyes slip in my core,

will you love me or you'll leave me sore,

will you caress me lovingly

or you'll burn me down entirely?

A/N:

Ahh, Italy, no other place remind me of Love like Italy.

Is it the same for you or you have another place that transfers you right in the heart of Love? Please leave your answers in the comments! :)