Roman Holiday

Love is on this balcony
Naked, where I rest my feet
We roam Roman ruins
Swifts, swallows swoop and screech
This is our time
Under umbrella pines
Darling can you cope
With my high-hearted ideals and demands
Maybe joy will win
Maybe this will bring
Fruits we never ate before
A feast on future’s lore
That we’re building
Through broken triumphal arches
Thank God, you exist
Go, hustle trade
Think it makes the world go round
I won’t judge you any the less
Only want for you to have the best
That you can in this age
Of freedom, capital
Faith too classical
This is our tim
Under umbrella pines
Darling can you cop
With my high-hearted ideals and demands
Gentle archeologist
Boldly take risk
Dig, dig trust
Brush away the dust
Wondering how it is you learnt
All I need is to be met
Why, why your patience is
So strong and endless