We meet every night around the same time.
Sometimes it’s near the church and others at the train station.
He always says we can only meet for a minute but more often than not
we’re left embracing in the cold longer than we should have.
I often wonder what people think of us.
If we’re always saying goodbye or coming together again.
Some figure out that we can’t speak much to each other.
We get confuses looks but then they smile seeing the love between two strangers.
I often get harshly judged by my friends. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s not American
or because they know I have a love across the sea waiting for me.
Either way I came here for new experiences. I’ve found more comfort in the Italians than the Americans.
So what if we can’t talk well? I have a dictionary and a craving to learn the language.
He feeds me every night and I swear I’ve never laughed so hard.
He bought me a rose and winked at me.
He says he loves me. Too soon.
I wrote him a letter today in words he understands.
I asked him what happens when I go home.
Or how we can fall in love in a week.
I have my concerns. But I’m more concerned with my heart.
I told him I was broken before and I’ll need time.
Even as I write this I’m thinking en italiano.
My Prince treats me right.
I don’t care if it’s wrong I don’t want to let him go.