Ti amo and not ti amio

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Lonely she roams through archways dim,  
Orphaned of kin, her wealth turned grim.  
Milan, a shadow, weighs her soul,  
A gilded cage, yet far from whole.  

A healer of minds, yet broken inside,  
Twice a week, she lets them confide.  
But clients fade like autumn haze,  
The city whispers: "Leave these days."  

Friend Ermanno, his words sincere,  
"Ti amo" — no chain, but warmth to revere.  
A fire that sparks, hearts entwined,  
Energy flows, both souls aligned.  

Yet she replies with her "Ti amio,"  
Soft as a kitten’s purr below.  
Tender, fleeting, without the fire,  
A child’s love, not true desire.  

Ermanno speaks, his tone profound,  
"Ti amo’s no shackle, but joy unbound.  
It asks no toll, no weight to bear,  
Just mutual light, a bond to share."  

But she retreats, her paths unclear,  
Preferring escapes to a far frontier.  
Out-of-season she drifts, alone,  
Where "Ti amio" feels safe, her zone.  

And Milan waits, its skies of grey,  
While Ermanno dreams of a brighter day.  
Will "Ti amo" break her guarded art,  
Or fade like whispers in a wandering heart?