In the heart of Rome, where secrets keep,

Where mystics gather and dreamers seek,

Two souls arrived, drawn by night,

By whispered lore and candlelight.

One from Toulouse, where rivers sigh,

One from Los Angeles, under boundless sky.

Fate had called them, unseen hands,

To cross their paths in ancient lands.

Under the rose, where symbols turned,

And hidden truths in silence burned,

They locked their eyes—a spark, a sign,

As if the stars had drawn the line.

Beneath the Tiber’s silver gleam,

They spoke of fate, they dared to dream.

Through ruins old and moonlight’s glow,

A bond was forged, and love did grow.

Yet love is tested, tried by fire,

Not only passion, not just desire.

Through storms they walked, through days unknown,

Through shattered worlds and lands alone.

A plague befell, the earth stood still,

The world grew dark, the air was ill.

Locked away, yet side by side,

Through fear and loss, they turned the tide.

Through shattered deals and dreams delayed,

Through battles fought and dues well paid,

Where others fell, they chose to rise,

With strength unshaken in their eyes.

And now they stand, unbowed, untamed,

Through fire and trial, their love remains.

Not in Rome where fate first smiled,

But Tuscany, where hills run wild.



Among the vineyards, bathed in gold,

A vow is sealed, a tale retold.

Justin and Lorelei, bold and free,

Bound in love for eternity.