"Your ancestors left their Italy lands for a better
life here in the States.
They multiplied, shared their lives to make homes for
people of their same faith.
Planting many seeds to watch their gardens grow.
Their children were the flowers.
Many Italian Hearts will glow.
With you planted in Brooklyn.
It's beauty was of a girl whom iv'e grown to know.
Your gardeners nurtured you with love,
to make sure a **** would never grow.
In time, your Italian Heart traveled in distance to meet up
with mine.
Our friendship poured smooth, like a bottle of vintage wine.
Two glasses stay full up until this day,
because of your ancestors leaving their Italy lands,
and giving us a better way."