In the quiet corner of an Italian past, Where candlelight painted shadows long, We shared our dreams in a language fast, In a place whose echoes once sang our song. Valentine's dawn led us lakeside bright, Amidst the fells where whispers danced, Beneath the shy stars of a frosty night, Love blossomed with each stolen glance. Six months spun by like quicksilver streams, To walls embraced with promise bold, A house made home by shared dreams, In its heart, new stories to be told. And now, the dawn of a perfect gem, Cradled in time's gentle embrace. Four months of the purest diadem, A beautiful daughter, our love's grace.