How Are Things In Rome, My Love

How are things in Rome, my love, the Rome we knew so long ago? Do the crystal waters in the Fountain of Trevi still gently flow? Does the coin we tossed in there yet shine? I'd really like to know, Or like the love of our feckless youth, has it lost its glow? I was a lonely soldier boy far from home and she was lonely too. When I saw her across the crowded room, my heart skipped a beat or two! 'Tis said that a woman loves a man in uniform but I'm not sure that's so! I felt it much more than that as in her eyes I saw a special glow! I have fond memories of our dinners sipping Chianti with speghetta, And the thrilling rides along the Tiber on our trusty old Lambretta! The moon shone on just the two of us as we held each other tight, Pledging our eternal love with a tender kiss on that very special night! Alas, time moved on inexorably as it will and I returned to fighting war. 'Tis said that tossing a coin in Trevi ensures your return to Rome once more! But it was not to be. I can only cherish sweet memories in my heart! I sadly muse, "How are things in Rome, my love, since we've been apart?" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved (PS: I hasten to add that this is a fictional write otherwise I'd be in deep and serious trouble with my wife!!!!!)