Two thousand years ago a tiny bird

Loved by a Roman beauty met his death.

Catullus, poet, was by passion stirred

And penned light lines, as fresh as baby’s breath.

“She loved him more than her own eyes,” wrote he,

“For he was gentle.” Furthermore he told

Of their affection pure that held the key

To sacred love, precious to her as gold.

That sparrow and his mistress live anew,

In everlasting, perfect adoration.

Catullus told their tale. There’s no adieu

And their true bond still offers inspiration.

A poem can send echoes throughout time

And touch our hearts today with love sublime.