Eternal Sparrow

Two thousand years ago a tiny bird Loved by a Roman beauty met his death. Catullus, a poet, was by passion stirred And penned light lines, as fresh as baby’s breath. “She loved him more than her own eyes,” wrote he, “For he was gentle.” Furthermore he told Of their affection pure that held the key To sacred love, precious to her as gold. That sparrow and his mistress live anew, In everlasting, perfect adoration. Catullus told their tale. There’s no adieu And their true bond still offers inspiration. A poem can send echoes throughout time, To touch our hearts today with love sublime.