Italy Table Love

The large

table 

speaks our 

language.

Its old 

and unfinished

such as we 

are.

The smell of Italy

is all around us

as we sit here looking

out the window 

waiting 

for our food.

Letting the world

move past us

because we

are all 

the food 

we need.

The nourishment.

The love.

Not even

the beautiful wooden

turquoise 

bar and cabinet 

could

compete with

our love.

our beauty.

As the food

is sat in

front of 

us the smiles

set in.

We are 

in Italy 

for a moment, 

just us.

At a 

Table 

Full of

our 

Love.