In Tuscan fields where cypresses stand tall,
A lover’s tale unfolds, as old as time,
Of passion and loss in a tragic call,
That echoes through centuries like a chime.
A nobleman, proud and of stature grand,
Fell for a peasant girl with hair of gold,
Her beauty enchanted his heart’s command,
And he vowed to make her his own, to hold.
The villagers scorned their unlikely pair,
But the lovers defied them, hand in hand,
Their love was like a beacon, shining rare,
In the darkness of prejudice and command.
Yet fate, cruel as it often can be,
Did separate the lovers, cruelly free.
The nobleman was called away to war,
Leaving his love behind, with an aching heart.
Months passed, then years, but she never forgot,
Her lover’s touch, his gentle words and thought.
She tended to their vines, her heart distraught,
Waiting for his return, as the seasons wrought.
But fate had other plans, a cruel twist,
For the nobleman fell in foreign land,
His body laid to rest in a distant mist,
And his love was left alone, to mourn andstand.
She wept for her love, whose heart now beat no more,
And she vowed to honor him forevermore,
By tending to their vines, with love and care,
As a testament to the passion they once shared.
So in Tuscan fields where cypresses stand tall,
A lover’s tale unfolds, as old as time,
Of passion and loss in a tragic call,
That echoes through centuries like a chime.
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