Vintage Floral Dreams in Rome

Italian villa was a castle that day. Golden light on the stones where

I lay. I heard, "Hey, bella," with a spark in his

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

of a kiss-and-tell. Story I know far too well. In vintage dreams, I swear we

loved before. Same heartbeat echoed from a life I adored. 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, every light. I know your