The gondola moves slowly
Passing renaissance and gothic palaces
Why does this moment feel holy?
And the world so full of promises
A summer’s morning
Hand and hand in a city built on water
Just walking and talking
About what is around the next corner
A cappuccino in Piazza San Marco
Watching the world pass us by
Then visit an art show
Or stroll under a beautiful Venetian sky
How can you not be in love?
In such a city of splendour
You will always see the dove
And your heart will be tender.