Rome, you did not give me life...
but you gave me back my soul.

I, born in distant lands,
raised beneath suns that did not understand me,
found in your light
the memory of who I had always been.

Rome,
my deep root,
my homeland beyond time,
my mother without reproach.

In your marble I saw my soul reflected,
in your streets I felt ancient steps beneath mine.

You asked for no proof, no blood, no language.
You looked into my heart
and recognized the ancient shape
only you could name.

Your columns did not see a tourist,
but a prodigal daughter coming home.
Your ruins spoke, your gods stood silent,
and your eternal sky covered me like a father would.

A silent vow, a selfless heart,
That rises where the ocean calls.

#Titanic

And whispered peace to those still near.

No lifeboat bore his name away,
No rescue came for him that night—
He stayed as others slipped to life,
A lighthouse in the endless fight.

And in that ship, now cloaked in time,
His soul still walks the starlit halls—

She did not flee the rushing dark,
She curled around her newborn three—
A mother’s vow, so soft, so still,
To meet the depths with dignity.

No story told, no headlines made,
But in the hush beneath the sea,
There sleeps a queen with crown of purrs—
And kittens held eternally.

#Titanic