Lake Como is a smiling temptress,
A blue-eyed mistress awaiting a kiss.
Arbors of lilacs drench her in perfume.
Vines race up her like wildfire in bliss.
Fingers of clouds stroke her snowcaps
Rolling upon her like waves from the sea.
The Alpine snow melts into Lake Como.
The church bells regale her splendidly.
The sun creaks down her mountain tops.
The Alps stand firm like old grey haired men.
Waterfalls drum doggedly at her doorstep,
Delighted to contour her Italian skin.
Lady Como serves a seductive cocktail,
An aperitif of pale blue foggy sky.
Como is and intoxicating Signorina,
So beautiful, yet captivatingly shy.
