It could be Rome

It could be Rome in the spring if we wanted
Alive to the sounds and the smells
The jostling of lovers impatient
And the roar of a city alive.

And the man in the café is you
And the girl by your side is me
A photo of lovers that smile
In the album of moments in time.

And shopping through streets that are busy
With eyes that see only love
Past lingerie shops selling hope
And fashions that go out of season

It could be a stroll in the park
Where spring has decided to flower
And showers are brief as we run
Beneath rainbows that stretch without end.

But it's more than just Rome in the spring
Or walking through parks in the rain
It's more than just sipping espresso
And dinners laid out just for two.

It's everything more and complete
It's dancing in tune to love's beat
And Rome will be there in the autumn
And a park is a park in the dark

The eyes that we have for each other
No matter the season or weather
Its being with you, wherever we are
Just being and seeing forever.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-05-24 at 10:12

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Rome is where I was born and grew up. But, if I found any love there, it had always arrived from other places...

A lyrically sweet and very enjoyable poem, Elle!
2008-05-24