You are my sunshine (ChibitaliaXHRE)

-You are my sunshine

My only sunshine.

You make me happy

When skies are grey.

You'll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away-

As I stare at the shining sunset, my thoughts turn to you, my Holy Rome. It seems like I've been thinking about you more than ever these last few years. And yet, it seems like only yesterday my fingers were between yours, pulling me close, my lips gently resting upon yours just before you turned and told me goodbye. Such a love we shared, Holy Rome. Do you still feel it? Because I do. There isn't a moment in my life where I don't miss your warm touch; where I don't long for your gentle kiss. You told me you were coming back, Holy Rome. But it's been so very long. I'm starting to worry...

-The other night, dear,

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms.

When I awoke, dear,

I was mistaken

And I hung my head and cried-

"Oh, Italy..."

"Oh, Holy Rome..."

"Oh, Italy..."

"Oh, Holy Rome..."

In my dreams, you and I stare deeply into each other's eyes, sharing moment after moment after yet another precious moment bathing in one another's love. The warmth of your interlocking fingers swells in my heart, spreading throughout my body and back into you. Just being with you makes all the pain of your infinite absence sublimate into thin mist. I close my eyes as you lean closer and closer to my face, but no kiss comes. The instant I open my eyes, I wish I never did. Because what I see before me, Holy Rome, isn't you. It's merely the wall of my bedroom, and I remember: you're gone, been gone for centuries. Tears well in my eyes, and my chin falls to my chest. I don't even try to hold them back. I'm used to it by now, Holy Rome. But it's ok. I'll let them roll.

-I'll always love you

And make you happy

If you will only say the same

But if you leave me

To love another

You'll regret it all some day-

But no matter how much I dream of you, Holy Rome, you're never there when I awake. But I love you anyway, Holy Rome. I love you because I know you love me, too. Right? Right, Holy Rome? Y-you love me too, don't you? We...we kissed...didn't we? Doesn't that mean you love me? *le gasp* W-what if it was a lie? What if...what if...

-You told me once, dear

You really loved me

And no one else could come between

But now you've left me

And love another

You have shattered all my dreams-

You told me when you left, Holy Rome, that no matter how long you were away I'd always be your favorite. Was that a lie, too? You left me behind, Holy Rome. Do you know how that feels? It doesn't feel very nice. But I bet you don't even care, do you? You probably forgot all about me. I bet you've got someone new to be your favorite. I hope...I hope you're happy with your new favorite. I hope you both have long, wonderful lives. But just remember, my Holy Rome, that I was your favorite first. Remember when we kissed, remember my love for you. And most of all, Holy Rome, remember to use the push broom lots and lots. I love you, Holy Rome. Goodbye...

-You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy

When skies are grey.

You'll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away-