Romana Poem by M A Parry Eugene

ROMANA: The Divine Spirit
Revered in the lap of Nature now for all
times you will be loved for sure,
O this wild world was too profane to afford
a soul so sweet and pure;
More than a fragrant flower divine to
mystify all around,
Angelic aura to spell-bind even the
immortals alike profound;
Never will your love and beauty, true
Elysian Spirit, die,
Ah, it is too sudden and immature, dear, to
bid a good bye!