Deified...

'Isabel...'
Francesco called...demurred
Voice somewhat sad...
'what?'
Pat came the reply...
She was there...
For him she was there any given time...
For she took him as her child...
And she looked...
At his eyes...
Tired...

'told you...
The journey might be killing...
You can't alone do everything...
Told you...
Have I not?'
Isabella patting Francesco's cheeks tried
To keep up him...
his spirit sometimes drooping...

'but then i got you...
Haven't i?'
Francesco asked...
Looking into her eyes...
For an answer...
A reply...

'si...'
Isabella smiled...

And he...
Frances thought
He had arrived...
Into him
And also in Isabel...
he smiled
And
Looking still into her neopolitan eyes...
Blue...
Deep...
A deity...

he muttered
Humbled...
'grazie...'