My Gal at the Port

With your convents of gold

And your kingdoms of tales

Swift trams of yellow

And broken tiles of blue

Strong waves of fury

And forests of jewels

Wines of sweet residue

And striped houses by the beach

Monasteries left unfinished

And castle walls and aqueducts

Resilient church libraries

And freshly baked obidos bread

Modern art along Lisbon walls

And palaces of pastel colors

A familiar red suspension bridge

And savory Natas of Belem

Remarkable mouths of hell

And steep streets up Alfama

Seafood that transforms taste

And culture that touches lives

Portugál,

You took my breath away.