Sailing under the bridge of sighs
with a moon shining like ardor in their eyes,
A Venetian romance in the scented air
The tall, dark Italiano with his Labelle, fair.
White-clad gondolier sings a sweet sad song
reaching into the depths of night far and long.
The promise of a kiss and of love eternal
who’d ever miss it with a passion, perpetual.
Topic: Under the bridge
Jayalakshmi V. 