KnightoftheCrusade

She takes my breath away Whenever she glides across the room My mouth drops open And I thank God for the opportunity to see her in full bloom Dandelion-colored hair flying with the breeze She's easy on the eyes And softer on the soul She makes the cold-hearted stone statures cry Maryland gave us her finest pearl The state fished from the sea You take Annapolis and Baltimore And I take the girl bathed in beauty I'm so glad she crossed the Mason-Dixon Line People marked on their calendars the date That she crossed the legendary dividing border From the Old Line State to the Keystone State Alas, poor Maryland lost the marvelous p

O Rome, O Rome I called you my home But now there art where barbarians roam Pillaging, and killing, burning, and taking The Vandals leave Rome in a helpless pasting O Rome O Rome wildflowers spring up from where I called home Ruins lay where Caesar sat on his almighty throne O Rome O Rome glory hath gone from the Coliseum dome O Rome O Rome where bloodshed runs amok All the Vandals think the devastation is the gods' idea of a joke The grey smoke leads the magnificence to choke O Rome, O Rome, I weep of your obliteration and vandalism as to the world I wrote