I found her there among the tourist in the Vatican,
Like a creature sent from heaven
there she was beautiful and celestial.
Nothing made sense anymore;
It was as if gravity was pulling me to her;
She, with her beautiful eyes and sweet lips.
Our eyes met, and they melted our souls;
with the magic that love only knows.
Angels sounded their little trumpets.
And the white doves flew in Saint Peter’s Square.
I prayed in silence to the Saints and God;
for one of her kisses. Just one kiss would send me