Еремеева Ирина

When the moon hits your eye like a big beat to pie, that's amore. When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore. Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing beat the bellas. Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay, like a guitar and a lullet. When the stars make you drool, just like a pastiff as a wool, that's amore.