The Last Train Poem by Saul Palti

Iv been feeling blue
not knowing what to do
I travelled to Rome
just to stop feeling alone

you took my lonely life
as you promised to be my wife
your heart is my desire
that's what's on fire

I trampled through the mud
I hit the wall and made a thud
I dream to be the groom
in this lonely room

temper tantrums go a flair
not knowing what is right or fair
this passion that binds us
shall be a big fuss