I Long for Tuscany
I long for Tuscany. Where the scent of truffles, wild flowers honey and milk capture me. Where wine is born in the land of Adonis and Olives are clinging from their branches like emeralds along Diana's brow.
Where the wood burning fire chases the chill of the night as Bistecca is being served to everyone's delight.
Where Florence is near and I can see the Duomo's crown .You can touch it from the hilltops where the artists are aligned at sunrise.
Where the church bells ring at the ancient tower, I can still hear Venus calling me from the Uffizi and the creation of man rests peacefully. Where Michelangelo remains laughing in his grave at the Santa Croce so proud.