Oh Rome, city of lost splendor,
I walk your tattered streets,
Ruined by ages gone by
And desecrated by disregard for your frailty of age.

Though now you lie in pieces,
A puzzle torn asunder by careless hands,
I can see in your remains
What you once were, so beautiful and glamorous.

As I wander through what is left,
I see what greatness had been built
And I realize the magnanimity
Of those who had built you.

But though I see an image
Of what you had once been,
I long, I desire
To see the fullness of your beauty.