Sunday, July 14, 2013

YOU MADE THIS LOVE A TEARDROP





Our ship was nearing the port of Naples and we were crossing the bay between Ischia and Nisida, which were flooded with the fiery glow of the Orient.  “If you love me,” she continued, “you will wait for me tomorrow at Portici.  I don’t make such appointments for everyone.”



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