In the glow of Venice’s moon, where waters sing, “Ti amo,” whispered with the warmth of spring. Through cobblestone paths and whispered tales, Our love dances on the breeze that sails.
In the glow of Venice’s moon, where waters sing, “Ti amo,” whispered with the warmth of spring. Through cobblestone paths and whispered tales, Our love dances on the breeze that sails.