"Love is the poem of the heart, The rhythm that makes life to rhyme, Love is the flagrance of our soul, This love gives meaning to time, The ballad of meaningful calm, Love is the ode of life and joy, The lyrics of love is its psalm, The verse in the mids't of the prose, Love is what makes our heart beat, Each day bringing lifeblood that flows. You are the poem I dreamed to writing, The masterpiece I longed to paint, You are the shining star I reached for, In my every hopeful quest, For life fulfilled You are my sweetheart, Now with all things I am blessed, You are the one I love with all my might, The one I'm thinking every night, The one, That helps me make things right. Beyond watching eyes, With sweet and tender kiss, Our souls reached out, In breathless wonder. I love the way you make me feel, It give me tingles Down my spine, I feel a thrill every time I think of you, And I'm so glad that you're mine. You are the only one Who can leave me speachless, And yet still inspire me To write words of love."

- From Ivan Gagliolo to Irina vukolova