Rome was most assuredly

Not built in a single day,

However, eventually…

All paths seem to lead to it,

If I were to hope and pray

While also sit back and stay

My hand, I would then permit

Nothing, thus I shall commit;

Shall? Or must. Tis laborious

A job to lay brick by brick

The high wall not yet glorious.

Hear: my Rome is not a trick,

Tis neither built nor rubble,

My Rome is green as the plain

Upon which it shall be lain,

And though it may bring trouble

To this quiet, reserved life

I have taken for a wife,

Watch me rise it from the ground

With a smile and with much tears,

As I face all my old fears

And rewrite my own background.


Ad victoriam.

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