Rome is a moving baroque painting

A mortal paradise every eye should descry

Adorned with buildings that look like trees in the autumn,

boastfully stretching towards the sky

It’s pagan jewels clasped tightly inside its four wall fists

Bare testament to its obsession with romance

Its gold glistens too bright to be meat for martyr

Ergo a God of sacrificial love

Could not satisfy its sophisticated ways

The spree of lovers who dwell in its streets are breathing museums

of passed sorrows being swallowed up by embrace

All of them, tiny worlds existing in an ancient city

Revelling in amore