Hey guys! I'm excited to share my first ever poem with Italian worked through it. This was a time undertaking for me, so I hope you enjoy getting to hear me speak my family's language a bit! Transcript for those who don't speak Italian: I love you was the phrase that dripped down my lips, with a sweetness only my lover could savor. And each time I said it, I meant it with a slightly different flavor. Warm like mulled wine, dolce come zucchero So imagine my surprise when my cup...