Across the Alps
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An Italian vacation with a crush... what will happen?

Across the Alps

Across the Alps, we sit in flight

Across the Alps, we sit in flight a crumpled land of grey and white

Across the Alps, we sit in flight a crumpled land of grey and white the hum of engines in my ears

Across the Alps, we sit in flight a crumpled land of grey and white the hum of engines in my ears and through the glass my vision peers

a brush of trees, a silver stream

a brush of trees, a silver stream a valley lake of turquoise gleam

a brush of trees, a silver stream a valley lake of turquoise gleam a sight, if any, that could avert

a brush of trees, a silver stream a valley lake of turquoise gleam a sight, if any, that could avert my brain away from Amy's skirt

her leg in press against my own

her leg in press against my own a glow of warmth, intent unknown

her leg in press against my own a glow of warmth, intent unknown she's not a lover, just a friend

her leg in press against my own a glow of warmth, intent unknown she's not a lover, just a friend it's no big deal, I make pretend

she taps my arm, "can we do this?"

she taps my arm, "can we do this?" her blue eyes flash in eager bliss

she taps my arm, "can we do this?" her blue eyes flash in eager bliss she moves the guide into my sight

she taps my arm, "can we do this?" her blue eyes flash in eager bliss she moves the guide into my sight and scans the page with clear delight

her blonde hair tickles on my arm

her blonde hair tickles on my arm expression full of utter charm

her blonde hair tickles on my arm expression full of utter charm her gleaming face, I can't refuse

her blonde hair tickles on my arm expression full of utter charm her gleaming face, I can't refuse I nod and watch her smile enthuse

my head returns to window gaze

my head returns to window gaze and dreams of life in coming days

my head returns to window gaze and dreams of life in coming days Italian air for three full weeks

my head returns to window gaze and dreams of life in coming days Italian air for three full weeks beyond those craggy mountain peaks

the sights of Venice, Florence, Rome

the sights of Venice, Florence, Rome Amalfi Coast then journey home

the sights of Venice, Florence, Rome Amalfi Coast then journey home alone with her, beneath the sun

the sights of Venice, Florence, Rome Amalfi Coast then journey home alone with her, beneath the sun Italia whispers, "bring the fun"

The end!

The end! Do you ever wish you could spend time alone with your crush?

The end! Do you ever wish you could spend time alone with your crush? This poem was based on a trip to Italy with a friend who I had a secret crush on.

The end! Do you ever wish you could spend time alone with your crush? This poem was based on a trip to Italy with a friend who I had a secret crush on. Do you think we got together in the end? ;)

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