Rome

Marked as spam When she  walks towards me...I am as a ghost... quick to fade. Others see her for her obvious beauty ....her smile, her eyes... I do too....and yet... I have seen another side of my beautiful " city.".... her laugh, her cries, her heart that still loves despite the torment that fate has bequeathed upon her. I see her frame that still stands tall... despite those that would have her fall. I want to tend her gardens...I want to carress her and keep her safe from the darkness. Does she know this of me?  Have I kept this secret for too long? Should I leave these shores my Love and come to you? Will you call for me?      How shall I recognize your voice? Will I hear you through the distance? Am I just a hopeless romantic to experience his own shipwreck? I know of the gulf between these two oceans ~ and I am forever drawn to chase away the distance.. So be it.... I have seen these shores far too long... So be it. Gregory