My eyes
Had never seen
The coast of Amalfi
Nor stunning Vico Equense
Before.
My ears
Had never heard
The wonderful beauty
Interwoven within the songs
'Till then.
When I
First heard of you,
It felt like you widened
A window once opened by Il
Volo.
Your songs
Have helped me smile
During some of my worst
And saddest moments for the last
Five years
You sang
And shook my hand
At your show in Warren,
Making me smile enough to cause
Cheek pain.
We met
After the show,
Where I gave you my work,
To which you said, "Oh, wow! That looks
Like me!"
We hugged
So many times
During our time that night,
And as we said goodbye, I kissed
Your cheek.
Thank you,
Pasquale, Sir,
For being a great friend.
I promise to be always there
For you.
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Pasquale and Me
Non-FictionA WIP collection of poems, narratives, and reviews of my friendship with Italian tenor Pasquale Esposito.
