In Florence, Italy, in a small church's light, A loyal dog named Tommy finds solace every night. His heart, like a shadow, aches with deep sorrow, Since his dear friend Maria left him in tomorrow.
Maria Margarita Loci, a name that sings, Found Tommy in the fields, gave him his wings. For seven years, they walked life's tender road, In her quiet, gentle heart, his love overflowed.
No close friends had she, but Tommy by her side, A bond so pure, with love they did abide. To the church she brought him, with a priest’s kind grace, Together in the pews, they found a sacred place.
But now Maria's gone, her spirit soared on high, And Tommy waits in silence, beneath the church’s sky. He hears the bells' toll, each chime a solemn call, To the altar he goes, where shadows softly fall.
"He still comes to Mass," says priest Donato Panna, "Patiently he waits, in love's quiet manner. By the altar he sits, his heart steadfast and true, A silent witness to a love that once grew."
In the sacred silence, in the stillness of the pew, Tommy dreams of Maria, where love always renews. For in the heart of Florence, in a church so divine, A dog’s devotion lingers, transcending time.
