Rome Swooned

Rome swooned.

The reason why I couldn't sleep,

The reason why I couldn't eat

Was standing there in front of me.

He was having a jovial conversation,

Then he raised one brow,

And I took refuge beneath this umbrella

As though my life had been spent standing in the rain.

His eyes said to me, “Come; have a seat.”

He laughed a little chuckle,

And I heard my name being echoed through the mountains

Causing a flock of birds to lift at once from their nests

And take flight across the sky.

As they did, they shook the trees

And their wings sounded the percussion of a melody of love.

And so I laughed to release the joy that had bubbled up inside of me.

As though I had inhaled the aroma of fresh baked bread,

My appetite was whet.