Inspired by no one ... dedicated to everyone ...
Staring blankly as I walked into the room
I watched as her evanescent form vanished into mist
And as I searched frantically for her voluptuous form
The gentle curves of her like a Sicilian hillside
The moonlight gently reflecting off her a mirror sheen
Her form captivating me
I fall into a world of my own creation
Time means nothing and all I have is her
She speaks only to me and all I hear is her
We spend an eternity in each other's arms
Where none shall disturb us but the warm breath of Sicilian wind
Ah Sicily ... what a beautiful country ...