Oh, Praiano pearl of Campania,
my memories of you they haunt me still.
Such timeless beauty did I see.
How I hope they’ll stay with me.
Birth place of the Renaissance.
How our path did cross by chance.
Merely there to see the views by day,
but setting eyes on you I had to stay.
I remember seeing part of you sitting high above a rustic hill
and how at your beach, down below, it was great to chill.
Oh, Praiano how memories of your beauty cling to me
So impossible , so surreal
to my heart your peaceful beauty did appeal.
I knew my heart, to you, was lost from the very start,
when tears I shed at my depart.
J M Lysun