Point Idyll
Stands at the tip of a peninsula
Near the border with Liguria
But well within French Riviera
Its remote location is a gift
On top of a treacherous cliff
Is a full view of the mild sea
And the nearby quaint city
The place was called Point Idyll
A well-deserved, covetous title
Visitors, guests are mesmerized
By such an astounding paradise
The exteriors of the chateau
Were stylized in Art Nouveau
And when you walk inside
Impressionist paintings hang side by side
Built near the end of 1899
The furnitures will take you back
To the days when good, old ragtime
Was everybody's favorite track
Out into the comely garden
Bees frenetically play with pollens
Rare and exotic flora bloom
Beautifying loved ones' sacred tombs
Into the disorganized kitchen
Through the thick walls aromas transcend
Titillating guests' appetite
Ready for sumptuous dinner every night
Centuries-old heirloom dishes
Preserved through loved ones' dying wishes
Are served on the dining table
The tastes, they say, are incredible
The house, the family, the recipes
Remain intact after centuries
Overcoming every disease
Surviving many calamities
The family's unending bliss
Had neither secret nor mystery
They simply had love and unity
And, of course, reverence to the Almighty
The joy they have in their hearts
Outlasted all wars
That, today, the family remains
With their beautiful house well-maintained.
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