Cocoa Loves Rome Poem by Patrick Coates

Rome to her is a daydream,
under a hot bright sun.
Its warmth, decay, it's mysteries,
its why she likes to come.

She gets so lost in a spiders web,
Of cafés and boutiques,
Passing statues, homes,
On cobblestones of diagonal streets.

Time does not allow her,
To peel back its deeper layers.
It's fictions, truths, beautiful disorders,
And all its joyful failures.

A place eternal,
Defies all attempts to descibe completely through.
Yet so demanding,
Still insisting that you do.

Cocoa Loves Rome,
Never wants to go back home.
But if you ask if she's ever been,
She'll have to tell you no.

Because, Rome to her is a daydream,
under a hot bright sun.
Its warmth, decay, it's mysteries,
Its why she likes to come.
Coco Loves Rome.