- Non-Erotic Poetry
- At the Palazzo Malipiero
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In spite of his young age. . ., he began his successful social life in these very rooms
—Wikipedia
These are the rooms wherehe 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 withother body parts?)
That missing that Venetian groove
I am still guy whom you'll enthuse
Is clever, caring, really smart?
(Iam 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 whereC. learned love.
Forgive my un-Venetian groove.
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