Vintage Floral Dreams in Rome

. The Italian villa was a castle that day. Golden light on

the stones where I lay. I heard it better with the spark in his

gaze, an old-school charm and a modern praise. He reminded me

of a kiss-and-tell, a story I know far too well. And then it's

dreams, I swear we loved before. Same heartbeat that could form a

life I adore. Every step on these stairs pulls me back through time.

Like I knew your soul before you knew mine. Vintage floral dreams, you're the one

I've seen. Film reel flashes on silver screens. Every laugh, every kiss,