O for a beaker full of the warm South.

We greet the Barcelona day, and look in La Sagrada Familia,
Then to Gaudi's Park Guell, and off to see a Picasso.
As the day turns into night, sunset turns on the lamp lights.
Warm wind sway parm trees, fragrance's carried along on the breeze.
With a mouth stained purple by the fruit of the vine, and the look
from the lover I know is mine, with a touch so soft from her finger tips,
 I kiss my girl on her tender lips.