Amo Amas Amat
Who do you love? Who do you love,
when the man you married goes off
for months on end, quelling rebellions
at the frontiers, or playing hot-shot senator in Rome;
his flashy villa on the Palatine Hill, home
to another woman, I hear,
one who has borne him offspring.
My days are spent roaming this house,
its vast mosaic walls full of the scenes on Olympus,
for my husband loves melodrama.
They say his mistress is an actress,
a flaxen-Fräulein type, from Germania Superior.
Oh, everyone envied me, Illa Bella Negreeta!
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