Rome you were my home

with your statues your arches

and your domes

I lived with you and you alone

at a time when I was most curious

but less grown

your gilded walkways

and all your roads leaders

owned could not have been so

prescient to have known

my time would come to see

Rome and that along with the others you had shown

I still feel like the lone

lucky traveler to have been blown

away by your beauty and the tone

of your chorus of moans

along your Roman stones

that built you for the ages

and now you alone in your evening gown

we return anew and no longer lone

but two and ready for our thrones

rightfully placed as the

new king and queen of Rome

our home on loan