In downtown Rome, when I was there,
I saw the Fountain of Trevi in a square.
The square was crowded but I persisted,
To get close to the fountain, the crowds resisted.
I got a seat where I could stare,
At all the people standing there.
The coins were in the water clear,
And were uncountable, I fear.
For every coin there is a wish,
For something, someone or a dish.
The coins are tossed with hopes on high,
That wishes come true, I give a sigh.
I tossed the coin and wished, that’s true.
I want to spend my life with you.
The coin’s still there I do avow,
Where is my wish? I want it now.