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One time I traveled to Italy,
The farthest I’ve ever ventured from home.
It was nothing like my cultivated background,
I found as I pondered the ruins of Rome.
The Coliseum stood in magnificent grandeur,
With giant stones once moved by early mankind.
I walked through the ancient world now lived around;
The timeworn skeletons of buildings left behind.
A feeling of youth and humbled spirits
Flooded my heart; a feeling I’ve never known.
I placed my hands on the arch of Titus,
Built by hands living almost two thousand years ago.
The city filled me with questions.
I had a want to experience and know.
From the illustriousness of the Trevi fountain,
To the sweet simplicity of gelato.
The streets were swarmed with mopeds zipping by.
The city felt warm from the sun shining above.
Rome filled me with a happiness I will never forgot,
Its no wonder they call it the “City of Love”