Running through the corridor of my life,
Tuscan prairies await me.
The church arches no longer provide
Comfort for me.
Outside the vineyards, the English
Sparrows sing for me.

My groom waits at the altar.
Pesto pizza dough rises in the hot ovens.
But he doesn't really know who I am.

Romance was never so distant, or
Close to my fingertips as this:
Strawberry sunsets kiss my future bliss.

I run in search of my life,
Away from-
In the arms of another woman
I am home.

My gorgeous groom,
Full of great expectations from
His non-wife.

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