A holiday in Rome, said she.
Deep in the land of mystery.
Around the Coliseum, feel the pain of past lives lingering in the air.
The fountain of coins, it's inviting you in.
Sunlight sprinkles sparkle, in reflection of the coins intent.
Coins thrown in, wishes spent.
Kisses of the Italian romeo, well and truly meant.
At the time.
Wish he were mine.
Tall dark and handsome please, says the winsome one.
Parties and sorties at the Campo de' Fiori.
Piazza Navona of music and dancers, poets and passion.
Ms Hepburn, I trust you enjoyed.
I must go myself I so need  to see,
the feeling, the history the  desire, the calling,
Take me please soon, to Italy.
(c) Livvi