Oh, Fairest of the Fair, how my heart longs for thee! One glance and my swoon-laden thrills you have incited. If I were but granted one touch {one, my soul doth rally}, to satiate my thirst -- satisfaction seems to sum in such a desire.
Let it resolve; my physical state to soar in the heavens --
Let it resolve; my mind to wander those antiquated streets --
Let it resolve; my metaphysical form to float along gently with the tranquil flow.
As You will, Almighty, shall it be.
My will resides in Italy.
