At the Palazzo Malipiero

In spite of his young age. . ., he began his successful social life in these very rooms
—Wikipedia

These are the rooms where he learned love:
Here Casanova honed his art.
I just don't have Venetian groove.

It's like my charm's sheathed in a glove,
That I've just artificial heart.
These rooms are where that he learned love.

You know I love you. Can I prove
(At least with other body parts?)
That missing that Venetian groove

I am still guy whom you'll enthuse
Is clever, caring, really smart?
(I am in rooms where he learned love.)

You'd think that here I might improve
Upon my fumbling, tender art,
But I don't have Venetian groove—

The only thing I have is love.
A clunky thing, a broken part
That litters rooms where C. learned love.
Forgive my un-Venetian groove.